“Dad’s inheritance is for my wedding,” my sister screamed from behind. I felt hands on my back, then falling. Fifteen concrete steps. My head hit every third one. the spine specialist marked “ᴀssᴀᴜʟᴛ-related vertebrae fracture.” The emergency scan went to administration. “Hospital CEO admitted with ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ɪɴᴊᴜʀɪᴇs.”

“It was Dad’s decision,” I replied calmly.

“She is under enormous pressure because of the wedding,” Mom continued as if I had not spoken at all. “You know how important that day is for her.”

I leaned against the kitchen counter and stared out the window. “Mom, she wants to spend more than the entire estate on one day.”

“She wants something special,” Mom insisted.

“So did Dad,” I answered softly, feeling my throat tighten unexpectedly. “He wanted fairness.”

There was a pause on the line before Mom finally spoke again with frustration. “You could be generous, you know. You have your job and you are stable.”

My parents believed I worked in harmless hospital administration doing paperwork and scheduling meetings, which was a misconception I had never bothered correcting because it made family dinners easier.

“The will is clear,” I said quietly. “It is equal.”

Mom’s patience snapped. “You are being selfish.”

She hung up before I could respond.