banks, just as it had for decades.
Beside my father stood my sister, Ashley. She was dressed in a pristine white sundress, her designer sunglasses perched atop her head like a crown. She wore a smirk that suggested she had already won the game, a look of smug satisfaction that she had finally erased me from the family legacy.
“You heard Mom,” Ashley added, her voice dripping with a mock pity that was far more insulting than the shouting. “This place belongs to me now. Grandma Ruth wanted someone responsible
