The Billionaire in the Background

I’m April, and I’m twenty-six years old. My grandfather’s funeral was supposed to be about honoring his memory, but instead, it turned into the most humiliating day of my life. I watched my family divide up his empire like vultures while I got handed an envelope with a plane ticket.

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My mother, Linda, sat primly in her black Chanel suit, dabbing her eyes with tissues that hadn’t seen a single tear. My father, David, checked his Rolex repeatedly, already mentally spending his inheritance. My brother, Marcus, lounged in his chair like he owned the place, smirking at his reflection in the polished table. And my cousin, Jennifer, kept whispering calculations to her husband, her eyes darting around the room as if sizing up the furniture for an estate sale.