“You never asked me.”
“We didn’t think we needed to.”
“That’s the problem.”
His jaw tightened. “Look, maybe when this is resolved, if a small adjustment needs to be made, we can discuss compensation.”
“There it is.”
“What?”
“You’re betting I’ll sell you the problem you created.”
Laurel walked over then, her face controlled. “That’s unfair. We’ve invested a lot in this project.”
“On my land.”
“Based on professional advice.”
“Then your professionals can help you fill it back in.”
She looked at me as if I had said something obscene. “You would really destroy a lake?”
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Brent shook his head. “You’re being emotional.”
I laughed once, not because it was funny. “No, Brent. Emotional was calling you before I called the county. Emotional was giving you a chance to fix it quietly. What comes next is documentation.”
I left before I said more.
There is a calm that comes when a line has been crossed so cleanly that doubt burns away. I had wanted this to be a mistake. I had wanted Brent to come over with his hat in his hands and say the contractor messed up, they would fix it, sorry for the trouble. I would have been angry, but I would have worked with him. We could have restored the spring, reshaped the land, maybe even found a way to salvage peace.
But he had chosen strategy over neighborliness.
He believed speed, money, and a finished project would change the moral weight of the thing. If they made it beautiful enough, expensive enough, emotionally valuable enough to them, maybe I would hesitate. Maybe I would accept a check. Maybe I would be made to feel unreasonable for defending what had been mine before they ever saw it on a real estate listing.
