This wasn’t just about land anymore. Someone had trespassed on something sacred. Something beautiful and small and cared for. He walked back to the porch where Margaret sat quietly with a basket of herbs in her lap.
“They parked on the flowerbed,” he said. She looked up. Her eyes didn’t widen. She didn’t gasp. She just sat there, her hand frozen mid-reach. Then she lowered it into her lap. After a pause, she said, “We could let the animals loose.”