“Samuel said we wait for the safe opening on Friday.”

“Dad was confused during his final month,” Julian said, his voice rising as he stepped closer.

“He promised me total control over his study and everything inside it.”

Uncle Raymond stopped rubbing his knuckles and stepped between us.

“Julian, this isn’t the place for this argument.”

“She’s holding up the estate, Raymond,” Julian said, his voice cutting across the room.

He reached his hand out toward my shoulder.