Chapter Twenty Six

You weren't even around when he died. I was. And I'm the older one."

It might come strange; Sergio was my brother, my older brother to be precise, and it was when I returned home two years ago that Portia cleared everything up.

More like confused me the more.

I still didn't know why papà left him nothing substantial... perhaps he had a reason.

"The older one who didn't get a dime out of papà's will. Where were you boozing?

He made a show of coming to hit me, but Portia's low, controlling voice stopped him.

Enough of all these brawl, she said and stood up, her rings glittering in the light of the overhead chandelier, "The will was read, sì. But there were conditions to it."

She gave pointed looks to both me and Sergio, who was still fuming with anger.

"Now sit and let's talk it out. As a family."

Sergio muttered something and sat back down, but I stood still , staring at her.

sit, she said to me again, in a more commanding tone.

I scoffed.

"I know the conditions for the will, and I've