At My Father’s Funeral, My Brother Announced He Was Selling the House

It keeps things clean.”

“If I already have no claim,” I said, “why do you need me to sign?”

Marcus’s jaw tightened. “Because we want this done quickly. The buyer’s ready. We don’t need some estranged daughter showing up six months from now claiming she deserves a cut.”

“You have twenty-four hours,” he added.

I picked up Dad’s Mont Blanc pen, the one he’d continue reading …