Beatrice stepped out first, in a designer coat and carrying an expensive handbag I had paid for two Christmases earlier.

Behind her came Christopher and Melanie, who looked striking in silk and whispered excitedly about floor plans.

The head sales agent hurried forward, beaming.

“Mr.

Lawson!

Welcome back.

I have all the contracts prepped and ready for your signature.”

“My son does not hesitate when he knows what he wants,” Beatrice announced to the room.