The Measured Boundary of a Sun-Bleached Suburban Street Where Silence Holds the Line
CHAPTER 1: THE SUNBLEACHED PERIMETER “You’re violating the easement and blocking my visual right-of-way—this vehicle doesn’t belong on this block!” The voice didn’t just carry across the baked asphalt; it scraped against the side of the blue crossover SUV like a gravel slide. Through the dark tint of my sunglasses, the world outside was a…