“No,” I said, my chest tightening.

“I haven’t called anyone but Rachel.”

“Well, someone did,” Emma said.

“That is the second code enforcement vehicle I have seen today.”

The shadow of the new cedar fence had stretched across the entire lawn by the time I walked out to the boundary line after dinner.

The scent of the fresh-cut cedar wood was heavy in the humid air, mixing with the smell of the damp earth where the orange plastic flags still stood in a neat row.

Tyler was already there, leaning against one of the thick cedar posts with a black clipboard tucked under his arm.