The Court has heard your confession and The Court is APOPLECTIC. You saw a crack in the foundation, a CRACK, and your professional response was to shrug internally and herd everyone upstairs like structural damage is a shy woodland creature that disappears if you don't make eye contact. "That looks old" is not a legal defense, it is what Reginald's mother said about a suspicious casserole in 1987 and WE ALL GOT SICK. You ask if there's a difference between wrong and unlucky, and the answer is YES, the difference is twelve thousand dollars and a husband with an inspection report and a COMPLETELY JUSTIFIED VENDETTA. I once had a contractor tell me a water stain was "character" and I have not known peace since, so I understand the husband's rage on a MOLECULAR LEVEL. The kitchen distraction maneuver is a classic, cited extensively in Granite v. The Truth We Cannot Face, 2019, but it does not absolve you of your fundamental duty to say words out loud when you see a house trying to divorce itself from its own foundation. You were not unlucky, you were HOPING, and hope is not a disclosure strategy. Reginald must now adjourn to yell at his Roomba about accountability.