**My Neighbor Tore Down My Fence for Her Dream Deck and Said, “Complain All You Want”—Then a Five-Inch Survey Cost Her Everything**
I came home on a Tuesday with a bag of groceries in one hand and the kind of tired brain that only wants dinner and quiet. The sun was still high over our little Central Ohio subdivision, turning every driveway pale and every lawn mower louder than it needed to be. I remember thinking about…