He Changed the Lock to His Own Phone Number and Forged My Dead Wife’s Signature on the Deed. He Forgot She’d Put the Cabin in a Trust
“What about the service road?
The one they’ll run along our line if we don’t sell?”
I smiled, and I felt it reach all the way up.
“As it happens, our southern boundary runs straight through a low marsh.
And back in 2011, your mother and I registered those five acres with the state as a protected wetland and songbird habitat.”
Colette’s eyes lit, and a bright, startled laugh broke out of her — the first fully unburdened laugh I’d heard from her in years.
“They can’t run a commercial service road through a state conservation area,” she said, the auditor in her seeing it instantly.