My neighbor insisted I remove my apple tree—then one morning, I woke up to my entire yard buried in apples.

composure.

Instead, I smiled back.

“It must have been.”

Then I went inside and opened the trail-camera footage.

PART 2 — THE STRONG WIND

The recording showed everything.

At 12:47 in the morning, Ryan climbed over my fence carrying a fruit picker and two buckets.

He stripped apples from the branches, shook the smaller limbs, and climbed into the tree when continue reading …