My father's death brought all five of my brothers home before the storm reached the gates.
Nobody cried.
At 7:00 p.m., the butler placed a black ring in my palm.
"Wear it, Miss Iris, and you become the heir."
My oldest brother smiled like he had already won. "And if she refuses?"
The butler did not look at him.
"Then before midnight, the family may have her declared mentally unfit."
Police sirens wailed outside.
I looked at my father's portrait and saw a red camera light blinking behind the frame.
Someone was livestreaming the inheritance game.