Jenny was terrified. A huge knot of anxiety, which had been churning around in her stomach all day, was now urgently moving its way up to her heart. Sweat covered her forehead. Her throat was dry.
The fence ran the whole length of the back garden front and back, about 40 metres in all. Jenny stood in the driveway and raised her vintage designer sunglasses to better view it.
She sniffed. What a sorry state of affairs.