She needs it?” I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. “She needs ten million dollars?”

My mother pursed her lips, exasperated. “Jessica has two children, Samuel.”

“And I have a wife and two kids!” I shot back.

“You have a good job,” my father said flatly.

I stared at him. “And Jessica doesn’t?”

There was an uncomfortable silence. Jessica, finally deciding to join the conversation, let out a small chuckle. “Oh, Sam, don’t be so dramatic.”

I turned to her, my patience fraying. “This isn’t dramatic,” I gestured to the paperwork. “You’re getting everything. I don’t even get a piece of the house? A portion of the money?”