My heart heavily pounded as I recited all this in my head
Bridget did not respond to my reply; simply stared back at me, almost empathetically to what I had said. After a short moment, she readjusted herself and we began the house evaluation.
Every corner and edge was noted down, and after a long while of investigating all suspicious areas in the downstairs, we began to head up the stairway. My nerves arose once again as we turned to my bedroom, anxious to know what Miss Bridget might’ve been thinking of my abode thus far. I would become uneasy every so often she would go to check a specific spot, but luckily all were deemed safe. In the end, she finally spoke up: “Well, everything checks out.” with a joyful smile. A wave of relief swept over me as I calmly thanked her for saying such a thing.