The powerful roar of the Volvo engine reverberated through the air as it ascended the steep driveway. From a distance, Coby could see scaffolding slowly climbing up the walls of his majestic estate, filling him with a deep sense of pride. A glimmering red reflection caught his eye as he approached his grand residence, causing him to squint. He soon recognised the unmistakable figure of Ewan Drummond, perched on the steps in front of the imposing doors. A warm smile spread across Coby’s previously sombre face, a rush of endearment washing over him. Ewan approached, carefully holding a plate filled with irresistible treats – buttery pies and crunchy shortbreads.
“Good afternoon, Mr Mac… M… Mac…” Ewan’s determination wavered as he struggled to pronounce Coby’s name. His voice trailed off in
