The Iron Anchor at the Edge of Maple Street: A Story of Unyielding Turf and Rusted Truth
CHAPTER 1: THE LINE AT THE EDGE OF THE GRASS “Don’t step into my space and order me around!” Brenda’s voice cut through the damp morning air, sharp as a cracked whip, before her boots even stopped at the fence line. Mark didn’t flinch. He stayed anchored in the patchy grass of his side yard,…