“Get out,” Julian shouted into the hallway.

“All of you, get out of my father’s house.”

“This isn’t your house, Julian,” Uncle Raymond said from the corner of the desk.

“It’s my house until the court says otherwise,” Julian said.

Serena turned to me, her neck red above her pearl necklace, her diamond bracelet clanking against her purse strap.

“Are you happy now, Elena?” Serena spat out.

“You brought bank clerks and lawyers into Dad’s home on the day of his funeral.