<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #FFFF00">“I know. I just wonder what it is”</span>, Cassandra replied when Blake said there had to be something wrong with the house. She really, really wanted it. But she also knew that picking a house was a huge step. It would take most of their savings, and they wouldn’t be able to move out any time soon if they got it and had a hard time selling the house.<br/><br/>It didn’t seem like there was anything wrong with the house, though. The neighbors seemed all right, the streets were well paved and clean… The house itself seemed perfectly all right. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">“Maybe the previous owner is moving out of the country and needs to sell fast?”</span>, Cassandra suggested, hopeful. She was an optimistic, maybe to a fault. And she really wanted to believe people were fundamentally honest.<br/><br/>The water pipes were a possibility, but that was eliminated as the tap worked smoothly. No, it had to be something less visible. <br/><br/>Cassandra was about to open her mouth for a suggestion, but Blake was faster. Laughing, the woman walked up to her husband and looked up at him, the dark hair falling loosely on her back. <span style="color: #FFFF00">“If that’s it, I would actually say it’s a perk”</span>, the woman joked about his comment on a torture chamber. <br/><br/>Kissing Blake’s chin, Cass turned serious again. <span style="color: #FFFF00">“How about we have someone take a real good look at the house? I’m sure some company can do this kind of service. If they find nothing, we’ll take it”</span>.<br/><br/>Cassandra sighed and walked around the kitchen again. <span style="color: #FFFF00">“I really feel that we can be happy here”</span>.</div>