The facts solve many things among the people who respect them. But the facts are less effective against pride with an assistant attorney.
A week later, a letter arrived from a Nashville law firm. Cream paper. About heavy. Polished language soft enough to hide the insult. Brent and Laurel had relied on a licensed survey. They had acted in good faith. Your contractor had verified the site. Any invasion claim was disputed. Any attempt to interfere with your project would be treated as harassment and pursued accordingly.
I read it once standing by the mailbox.
Then I read it again at my kitchen table with Caleb in front of me drinking coffee.
He was looking at my face. “Well?
“They don’t stop.”
He took the letter and skimmed it. “Can they do that?”
“They already did.”
“No, I mean, can you win?”
I looked out the kitchen window to the back surface that I couldn’t see from there, but I could feel like a pressure behind my ribs. “This is not about winning yet. It’s about whether they think I’ll get tired.”
