My Parents Left Me A Run Down Warehouse While My Brother Took The Penthouse

was so thoroughly unglamorous that Derek had actually laughed when the attorney read it out. “You can have the warehouse,” he’d told me, with the magnanimity of someone giving away a broken umbrella. “I’ll take the penthouse and the car. Fair split.”

I was twenty-six, exhausted from two months of hospitals and legal paperwork, and too hollowed-out to continue reading …