Neighbor kicked me out of my own cabin — and then found out who I really am…..

She thinks laws don’t apply to her. Then… Probably, you leave me no choice. File in court.

We’re outside this conflict. But I felt she was scared. Possibly not of the homeowners association, but of someone higher up.

Possibly of me. The court was scheduled quickly. Apparently, administrative resources worked both ways.

The first hearing was formal. Checked documents, filed motions. I was calm because I knew the truth was on my side.

Andrew Johnson shone – cold, logical, precise. Against us – a representative of the homeowners association, a woman with the eyes of a cornered fox. And Olivia Peterson didn’t come.

Apparently, she thought it was a minor conflict. And then… Something strange happened. The next morning, the local sheriff called me.

You should come by. Regarding an incident at the cabin plot. What incident? A complaint.

That you threatened the chairperson of the homeowners association. Threat to life. I almost laughed, but went.

The sheriff was young, polite. He said right away. I just need to record that you’re adequate.

It looks like an attempt at pressure. I understood everything. Olivia Peterson started playing dirty.

Apparently, she felt the case was slipping away. I signed the statement and went out to the street. Got in the car and drove home.

But inside there was no former calm. This was no longer a story about the plot, this was a story about power. About how easily in our country you can deprive a person of their lawful property, and how hard it is to get it back.

At the next hearing, Olivia Peterson finally appeared. With noise, with folders, with two witnesses. One of them was that same neighbor Nicholas.

I looked at him, he lowered his eyes. The plot was abandoned, Olivia almost shouted. Weeds, trash, broken window.

We acted in the interests of the community association. On what basis did you change the lock? The judge asked. So no one would enter.

There could be squatters. Who gave you the right to do that? She hesitated. There was no answer.

The judge just nodded and calmly said. The case is adjourned. The representative of the homeowners association must provide the minutes of the meeting with the decision on seizing the plot.

Otherwise, recognition of actions as unlawful. Andrew smiled quietly. And I felt that a crack had appeared.

In this wall of self-confidence. Soon it would collapse. Two days after the last hearing, I got a call from an unknown number.

A woman’s voice, quiet, trembling. Hello. Sorry to bother you…