That evening, she brought her findings to her next video call with the therapist. “So there might be an extra cavity,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “An old storeroom, maybe. I’m not imagining differences; they’re there on paper.” She felt both vindicated and faintly ridiculous, saying it out loud.
The therapist nodded, thoughtful. “It sounds like you’ve found something real,” she said. “That should make you feel safer. It means the house has a history you didn’t know about. That can feel unsettling, especially when you’re already carrying a lot on your own. Maybe the next step is a structural survey, so you’re not carrying the mystery by yourself.” The words steadied Lucy, even as unease persisted underneath.