Fair.
I understood.
I showed him the fake key policy.
He shook his head.
“HOA wants keys?”
“Apparently.”
“I wouldn’t give them mine.”
“Neither will I.”
He gave me an incident number.
I emailed Brenda and the board one final time.
Any attempt to enter my residence without lawful authority or my consent will be treated as trespass and reported immediately.
I sent it at 7:42 p.m.
Read receipt from Brenda at 7:44.
That timestamp mattered later.
The next morning was Saturday.
I woke early.
Coffee.
News.
Garage.
Nothing happened.
Around eleven thirty, I saw Darren’s SUV turn onto the street.
My body reacted before my mind did.
Not fear.
Preparation.
I checked the cameras.
Recording.
Phone charged.
Front door locked.
I did not retrieve any weapon.
I did not want one involved.
Darren parked directly in front of my house.
He got out.
Black pants.
Black shirt.
Black tactical style vest.
