The inspector found something. Of course he did. My third transaction ever and the inspector found a crack in the foundation that nobody mentioned, nobody saw, nobody thought was worth bringing up when I asked the sellers six different times if there were any known issues with the property. The crack was eight inches long. Eight inches. You'd think that's nothing. The structural engineer wanted twelve thousand dollars to fix it. Twelve thousand. My buyers are first-time homebuyers, they have maybe four hundred dollars left after closing costs, they're already borrowing money from her mom for the moving truck. And the sellers, the sellers say they didn't know. They've lived there nine years but they didn't know about the crack that's in their own basement behind the water heater. The same water heater they replaced two years ago. When someone would have had to move it. And maybe look at the wall. My broker told me to stay neutral. Stay neutral. I'm watching these two people who trusted me to help them buy their first home and they're sitting at my desk crying, actually crying, and I'm supposed to stay neutral. We asked for a six thousand dollar credit. Sellers came back with fifteen hundred. Fifteen hundred dollars for a twelve thousand dollar repair. Their agent called it generous. The deal fell through yesterday. My buyers are back renting. The sellers relisted this morning. Ten thousand higher than before. I don't even know what I'm supposed to learn from this.