It started on a Friday morning. I was walking toward the curb with a bag of trash when the lower half of our garage door caught my eye. Toby had repainted it a clean, crisp white just three weeks earlier, but now thick, messy black streaks were dragged across the panels in heavy lines.
“Toby!” I called out. My husband came outside holding his morning coffee. “What is it?” I pointed at the damage. “Look at this! Who would do something so horrible?” Toby …
It started on a Friday morning. I was walking toward the curb with a bag of trash when the lower half of our garage door caught my eye. Toby had repainted it a clean, crisp white just three weeks earlier, but now thick, messy black streaks were dragged across the panels in heavy lines. Read More
