I sent everything.
The policy.
My responses.
The notices.
The surveillance pictures.
She called the next afternoon.
“This is extraordinary.”
“Good extraordinary?”
“No.”
“I assumed.”
“The documents you sent do not appear to authorize mandatory key surrender.”
“Exactly.”
“And this so called ordinance was never adopted according to the meeting records you provided.”
“I couldn’t find a vote.”
“There isn’t one.”
“So Brenda invented it.”
“Potentially.”
Laura chose words carefully.
“We need more records before saying that definitively.”
“What should I do?”
“Do not surrender a key.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
“Do not let private security enter your home.”
“Definitely wasn’t planning to.”
“And keep everything.”
“I am.”
She sent a formal letter to the HOA.
That was when Brenda’s behavior changed.
No more direct emails.
No more polite knocks.
Instead, Darren’s SUV appeared more often.
Once at six in the morning.
Once near midnight.
I documented every appearance.
Then the anonymous calls started.
Blocked number.
No message.
