Richard lounged on the broad steps of his newly purchased manor, arms crossed behind his head as he watched clouds drift across the late afternoon sky.
The stately façade stretched behind him in elegant lines—arched windows, tall columns, and a glossy black door with a brass knocker shaped like a griffin. He could still hardly believe he owned the place.
Richard heard the crunch of gravel under tyres and sat up straighter. A familiar hatchback pulled in next to the still-empty driveway.
The engine cut out, and from within emerged Meredith, followed closely by their parents—Margaret and Andrew. Richard rose to greet them, keys jangling in his hands.
His mother stepped out first, wearing a subdued teal cardigan, her expression wavering between annoyance and concern. Andrew paced around the vehicle, adjusting his glasses as he surveyed the manor.
