Margaret's expression crumpled slightly. "I suppose so. But I've spent years building that garden. It's my sanctuary. Having to dig everything up and replant would be...." She stopped, clearly trying not to cry.
Eve felt sympathy wash through her. This wasn't really about property lines or workshops. It was about attachment to spaces that held meaning.
Damian's phone chimed. He checked it and showed Eve the screen. "Pack records confirm the stone wall as the original boundary when the Morrison property joined pack territory fifty-five years ago. But those records don't reference county surveys, just physical landmarks."
So both families had legitimate documentation supporting their positions. Great.
