The rain drummed a steady rhythm against the window of Maya’s cramped, third-floor walk-up—the kind of apartment where the radiator clanked like a ghost in the walls. She clicked "Save" on her spreadsheet, her eyes blurring from hours of scrolling through Zillow.
Maya insisted on an inspection contingency . She wouldn't buy a house that was secretly being held together by termites and hope.
"Okay," she whispered to her cat, Barnaby. "We’re doing this. But we’re doing it right."
She interviewed three Real Estate Agents . She chose Sarah, a woman who knew the neighborhood's "bones" and didn't mind Maya’s endless questions about plumbing. Chapter 3: The Quest (The Search)
Her lawyer made sure no long-lost relative of the seller was going to knock on the door claiming they owned the driveway. Chapter 6: The Key