Unsafe Castledowns Pointe condo owners say they’re out thousands of dollars

Each night, a truck stops before my door, motor running, headlights on, the driver, barely seen, stares straight ahead, the hum has awakened me, I’m at the window asking myself if the driver will move at last, if he’s bringing me a package or coming to get me, the night is alive with the presence of this truck, unmarked, with no distinctive colour, the driver is waiting for me to come out, for me to open the door and sit in the passenger seat, but to go where? Why do I suddenly feel that this strange and anonymous trip would alter everything, that the dawn arriving would be rosier than...