I lead her out of the lift when the doors open and I notice that she is focused on one of my Mother's paintings as I lead her through the foyer. I want to tell her about them, but that would be against the rules. I can't resist when I see which one has caught her interest though.

"Beautiful, isn't it? It's my favourite."

"It's incredible. Do you know the artist?" She looks like she wants to reach out and touch it. For some reason, it pleases me that she likes it.

"My ...