The Steele Mansion was alive with warmth and laughter.
Pamela Steele sat on the plush sofa in the grand living room, her eyes sweeping over the lavish decor of her son's new home.
After being released from the hospital Pamela had expected to be going back to Malegreen Street, but Darren had taken a route she'd never seen before and into the most beautiful street she had ever seen.
Then he arrived at this... this mansion. At first, she had thought that Darren was joking. But he led her right into the building and introduced her to his housekeeper, Gladys.
This house. This mansion. It was her son's mansion.
The sheer grandeur of it all was overwhelming, but she decided she wouldn't bombard Darren with questions just yet. He had spent weeks worrying about her; it was only fair that she spent time with him without making him explain himself.
