Mr. Hale pushed a document toward me.
A zoning map.
Then another.
A transportation proposal.
Then a newspaper clipping.
Daniel read first.
His head snapped up.
“Mom.”
“What?”
He turned the paper around.
A
private consortium had quietly purchased thousands of acres surrounding my father’s property.
The state had approved a new commercial corridor.
A technology manufacturer was planning a massive facility twenty miles north.
And the only practical access road—
would have to pass directly through my land.
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