At my grandmother’s will reading, my mother sat in front of fourteen silent people, watched the lawyer read out a $2.3 million estate that somehow included everyone but me, then turned with a smile so calm it felt practiced and said, “You were always her least favorite.” And for one humiliating second, I thought she had finally found the perfect way to erase me in public.

My father threatened to hire a team of lawyers to contest the trust but Mr. Felix Covington pointed out that an irrevocable trust is virtually impossible for non beneficiaries to challenge. He added that Rosalind had passed a full psychiatric evaluation at the time of its creation to prove she was of sound mind and body when she made these decisions.

The tension in the room was palpable as Harrison realized he had been working for years for a fraction of what I had just been given and he looked at me with a mixture of envy and newfound respect. I stood up and told them all that I had no intention of talking about this as a family since I had not been treated like a member of the family for nearly a decade.

“You told me I was her least favorite right in front of everyone so I think it is time for me to leave,” I said while picking up my bag and walking toward the door. I walked out of the office and found Mrs. Higgins waiting for me in the hallway where she gave me a long hug and told me how proud Rosalind would have been of my composure.