Vacate Text And New Signs
My phone buzzed with a message from Deborah ordering me to vacate the house by evening. Ten minutes later, I saw fresh signs near the gate when I drove by: one about private use, another warning against entry.
I took a quick pass to check if they blocked the lane; they didn’t, but they were close. The neighbors watched from their porches while a breeze shook the stakes.
I parked down the road and wrote the time in my log.