Randall and Grady arrived expecting my father to sign over the rest of his authority.
Instead I put the original, unaltered will on the screen, beside the Sable accounts and Draper’s recorded confession.
My father looked at his brothers with tears standing in his eyes.
“Why would you do this?
You’re my brothers.”
Randall dropped the mask.
“Because you were always his favorite,” he spat.
“He gave you the presidency, the respect, the perfect family.
Grady and I got the leftovers.”
“You weren’t given leftovers,” I said.