The next morning, I went straight to Henry’s office.

The moment he saw me, his face darkened, his voice already edged with disdain. “What are you doing here? Haven’t you stirred things up enough in this family?”

I walked to his desk, sat down, and got to the point. “I need money. If you’re not giving me back my mother’s shares, then just write me a check.”

For a second, his movements froze. Then he looked up at me, his glare sharp enough ...