Her thumbs tapped aggressively against the glass screen, the light reflecting off her reading glasses.

“This is the end of this family,” Juliette said to the room, her voice shaking.

“None of you will ever see a dime from my estate.”

“We haven’t seen a dime anyway, Mom,” Sarah said, looking out the window toward the driveway.

“We’ve only ever seen the bills.”

Dan stood by the counter, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, looking smaller than he ever had.

I watched Juliette’s fingers move over her screen, the realization of what she was doing finally settling into her face.

Her expression wasn’t angry anymore; it was empty, the mask of control completely gone.

The phone screen in her hand gave a soft chime, indicating a completed transaction.

She held the screen up to my face, her hand shaking so much the letters were blurry.

“Are you satisfied?” she whispered.

I looked at the confirmation number on the screen, then looked back up at her.

“Not yet,” I said.

I turned to Dan and nodded toward the intercom panel on the wall by the door.