The realtor's car smelled of leather and mint. Elena, their agent, drove with one hand on the wheel, pointing out neighborhoods with the other. They had been driving for three hours. Bella sat in the back seat with David. They had seen four houses. None of them were right.
"The first one was too big," David said, checking his notes on his phone. "Like a museum."
"The second one had no light," Bella added. "It felt like a cave."
"The third one was fine," Elena said from the front. "But you said the kitchen felt wrong."
"It was too modern," Bella said. "It didn't feel like we could live in it. It felt like we had to perform in it."
Elena nodded. She turned the car onto a tree-lined street in Magnolia. "Okay. This is the last one for today. It's a fixer-upper. Needs work. But the bones a
