She opened it. The first page read: “Congratulations! You’ve discovered you’re not as alone as you thought. Here’s the thing about family: it’s not about blood. It’s about showing up. Now, for the love of all that is chaotic, put down the spreadsheets and get to know each other. I’ve left a series of challenges. Complete them together, and you’ll understand.”
“Children,” the solicitor said. “He had a tendency to, shall we say, lose track.”
“I propose we sell everything and split the proceeds equally,” Priya said.
“Twenty-four,” she said. “The youngest, apparently.”