At Dinner, My Sister Drenched Me In Wine, Shouting: “You Have Until Sunrise To Get Out Of My House!” My Parents Cheered Her On. I Just Smiled, Dropped A Key On The Table, And Replied: “THEN YOU HAVE 60 SECONDS…”

“Jenna, what is this nonsense? You’re embarrassing yourself.”

“Am I?”

I pulled out my phone, scrolling to the photos I’d taken of the will.

“Grandmother Eleanor left me in charge of her entire estate. All three point two million dollars of it.”

The color drained from their faces simultaneously. My father, Robert, half rose from his chair, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air.