“You’ll want all your personal property out of the house by the fourteenth.”

He pulled another wooden stake from a canvas bag slung over his shoulder and drove it into the frozen ground with three heavy swings of a mallet.

“I was told I had until the end of the month,” I said.

“The developer changed the timeline yesterday afternoon,” he said.

“They filed for expedited permits with the county.

You should check with your accountant.”

I turned around and looked back at the farmhouse.