Her daughter started asking questions. That's what finally killed the deal after eight months, eight actual months of this house sitting there with the same seller who kept adding conditions every time we got close, and the daughter (who lives in Phoenix, hasn't seen the place in years) calls her mom and suddenly there's concerns about whether we priced it right even though we'd already dropped it twice and I'd shown it maybe 40 times, and the buyer we had was offering 12 thousand over asking because they loved the weird sunroom, they were going to close in three weeks, and the daughter convinces mom that the sunroom alone is worth keeping the house another year, the sunroom that leaks, that I have disclosed leaks, that the inspection specifically noted as leaking, and mom calls me at 9pm on a Tuesday to say she's not sure anymore and I just said okay, I said okay like it was a normal thing to hear, and the buyer's agent left me a voicemail the next day that was just silence and then a long exhale and honestly that felt right, that felt like the only appropriate response, and the house is still listed, it's been 14 months total now, the daughter visited last Christmas apparently and said the sunroom feels smaller than she remembered.