Daniel arrived a short while later, carrying a tool kit and looking concerned. Laura met him at the gate, relieved to have help so quickly. She watched as he circled the maple, gently probing the bark with a thin metal tool. "Trees can sometimes bleed a foul liquid when bacteria get trapped inside the wood," Daniel explained, wiping his tool on a cloth. "It looks terrible and smells worse, but it doesn't always mean the tree is dying."
Laura let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "So we don't have to cut it down?" "I wouldn't celebrate just yet," Daniel replied slowly. He stepped back from the trunk, his eyes dropping to the grass beneath his boots. His relaxed expression instantly hardened.
He walked away from the tree toward the side wall of the cottage, staring intently at the ground. Following his gaze, Laura noticed what caught his eye: a narrow strip of dead, bleached grass cutting straight through the lawn.