After A Week Of Sun, Sand, And Peace, I Came Home To Find A Massive Fence Standing Right In Front Of My Windows — On My Property. My New Neighbor Had Crossed A Line, Literally. And I Wasn’t About To Let It Slide.
I’m Kendall, 40, A Single Mom Raising Two Boys — Dwight, 10, And Mitch, 8. Their Dad And I Split After I Caught Him Cheating, So It’s Been Just The Three Of Us. Life Hasn’t Been Easy, But I’ve Been Holding It Together. Two Months Ago, I Finally Bought A Small House In A Quiet Neighborhood Surrounded By Trees. It Was Supposed To Be Our Fresh Start.
The First Day After Moving In, I Met My Neighbor, Seth. He Showed Up At My Door With A Big Grin And A Folder In His Hands.
“Hello There, Neighbor!” He Said, Extending His Hand. “I’m Seth. Welcome To The Neighborhood!”
I Smiled And Shook His Hand — Seemed Friendly Enough.

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