Carole steps into the grand, open-concept living room, the soft sound of her heels echoing against the polished hardwood floors. Floor-to-ceiling windows line the walls, flooding the space with natural light and offering a stunning view of the rolling hills beyond. She tilts her head slightly, absorbing the minimalist design, the clean lines, and the deliberate use of space. The kind of place someone with a need for control and structure would love. Her lips curve upward, but her eyes remain distant.

Carole tunes her out, walking to the oversized windows and pressing her hand against the glass. Her gaze sweeps over the manicured lawns, the pristine pool, and the perfectly placed trees that look as though they’ve never known a stray leaf or broken branch. She inhales deeply, letting the silence outside wash over her, a stark contrast to the realtor’s incessant chatter.

“I mean, it’s perfect if you’re looking for a place to display your ever-growing collection of expensive mistakes.”

A smirk tugs at Carole’s lips as she casts a sideways glance at you before commenting