“That settlement belongs to the family!” Serena screamed through the door, her voice cracking.

“You put eighteen million dollars into a non-profit while your own sister is trying to buy her first home!

How could you be so selfish?” Selfish.

The word rang in the empty hallway behind me — the hallway where Adrian used to kiss me goodbye in the mornings, where Maya used to reach up and draw on the chalkboard we’d hung too high for her, where Rowan used to leave his toy trucks scattered across the rug for me to step on in the dark.

Selfish.