I was a complete wreck the next three days. Hope thought I was sick—that I had the flu or something. She was very tender and solicitous. That just made me feel worse, but at least I didn't feel the need to explain what was really bothering me. I had nightmares, picturing the home inspector looking puzzled as he looked at the cameras there in the attic of the house. I did not sleep worth a damn.
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In the end, I learned that those home inspections were not nearly as thorough as I had imagined. Mom called on Tuesday to let us know that the house was on the market. I kept waiting for the bombshell to drop, but of course it never came. On Friday, I reviewed the footage nervously. The realtor showed the house several times that week. Nobody noticed the cameras.
Saturday, our parents calle
