We didn’t dwell on it. We should have.
A few mornings later—long before sunrise—we were jolted awake by the grinding noise of tow trucks outside. When we rushed out, both our cars were already hoisted and halfway off the property. No notice. No knock on the door. No chance to explain.
Calm as a Sunday brunch.
Coffee in hand.
Watching.
The tow truck driver informed us that the homeowners’ association had requested immediate removal. The speed of it all made no sense—until we saw the look on Lindsey’s face when the driver mentioned one of our cars required special authorization because of its work-related permit.
That permit carried regulations, penalties, and legal conditions.
Her confidence drained instantly.
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