Then, the phone rang. It was the news every seller dreads: their buyers' own buyers had backed out at the last minute, choosing to rent instead. No amount of pleading or offers to pay for a rental deposit could fix it. The chain was broken.
Location, location, location was dejection, dejection, dejection 124691
As the weeks ticked by, they began the small, hopeful rituals of moving. Elias potted up plants he wanted to take with them. Sarah bought a small bag of wild bird feed for their new garden instead of the usual bulk sack, not wanting to carry the extra weight on moving day. Then, the phone rang
Elias and Sarah had finally found it: the perfect house in Bristol. It was a "flying freehold"—a quirky architectural detail where part of their upstairs bedroom sat directly over their neighbor’s kitchen—but they didn't care. They had already found buyers for their own home, and the "chain" of sales seemed solid. The chain was broken