The inspector looked at it for less than a second.
“That is not a permit,” he said.
The whole yard went still.
A delivery van rolled past at the corner.
Somewhere behind us, a dog barked twice and stopped.
The inspector began measuring.
He checked the porch landing.
He checked the ramp footprint.
He found the old survey pin near the fence and ran a bright string line through the grass.
He compared the measurements with the approved site plan on his tablet.
The ramp had been entirely inside our property.
Not close.
Not debatable.
Entirely inside.
Jason watched the inspector measure the distance from the string line to the side of the new garage.
The inspector measured once.
Then again.
He walked to the rear corner and measured there.
He took photographs.
He entered notes into the tablet.
Jason’s confidence drained by degrees.
“What is it?” Jason asked.
