The heavy silence in the Two-Bedroom Apartment was thick enough to choke on. Dylan Graham stood his ground, his eyes darting around the modest room as if he already held the deed to the property. He didn't see a home; he saw a ledger that needed balancing in his favor.
"Look, sister, I’m not asking for the world here," Dylan said, his voice dropping into a tone of forced reasonability. "Half for your family, half for ours. It’s the definition of fair. Besides, Candice is your own flesh and blood. Do you really have the heart to sit on ten million dollars while your sister struggles through a life of mediocrity?"
Auntie Iris clutched the edge of the table, her knuckles white. "But Dylan, you took the fifty thousand dollars back then! That was the agreement! I need this money to secure a f
