that, Ryan stopped speaking to me.
But he continued watching.
Whenever I worked outside, I could feel his eyes following me from his kitchen window.
That was why I quietly installed a trail camera behind a hedge, facing the tree and the garden gate.
I hoped I would never need it.
Three weeks later, I woke to find hundreds of apples scattered across my lawn.
Nearly every fruit had been ripped from the tree. Several smaller branches were broken, and the soil beneath them had been torn apart.
I was
