Chapter 4
"I know," I said. "That's not the point. The point is that you got to keep being loved while I learned to build a life without it, and now the only inheritance in this family that actually means anything has gone to the daughter you all decided wasn't worth keeping. I'm not going to pretend that doesn't feel like justice. I'm also not going to pretend it doesn't feel like something uglier than that, because cutting two grieving people out of an inheritance at their own brother's memorial isn't clean, and I'm not going to stand here and perform virtue about it."
The room did not know how to receive that. Some of the relatives looked at me with something like approval. Others looked at me the way you look at someone who has just confirmed your worst impression of them.
My father found his voice last. "You're punishing us through money. That's beneath you."
"Maybe," I said. "Or maybe money is simply the only language you ever actually spoke fluently, and Ray knew that, and decided to speak it back to you one final time on my behalf, since I never learned how to make you listen any other way."
I picked up my coat.
"I'm not interested in being part of this family again," I said. "I came to bury the only person in it who actually showed up for me. I've done that. The rest of it — the house, the money, whatever guilt this creates for the rest of you — that's not something I'm responsible for managing anymore."
I left without hugging anyone except Aunt Nina, who walked me to the car and held my hand for a long moment before I drove away.
I think about that room often. I am not entirely at peace with what I said in it, and I am not entirely sorry either. Maya texted me three weeks later — a long message, careful, asking if we could talk without our parents present. I have not answered it yet. Some days I think I will. Some days I think the inheritance settled something between us that conversation never fully will, because money, unlike apology, does not require the other person's good faith to actually mean something.
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I do not know if what I did in that living room was justice or cruelty wearing justice's clothes.
I have stopped expecting myself to resolve that question cleanly.
