When my distant uncle passed away and secretly left me more than sixty-five million dollars, I told no one.

I never forgot that.

My father disliked him.

Not openly, of course.

My father’s hatred was polite—served with stiff smiles, careful toasts, and jokes sharp enough to cut if you were paying attention.

He called Silas selfish.

Chloe called him odd.

The rest of the family called him difficult. Financialplanning couples

I had learned early that difficult was the word our family used for anyone they could not easily use.

The attorney continued explaining.

There were accounts.