Malachi.
New York.
November, 21 years ago…
My name is Malachi Tenshaw.
First son to a first son Tenshaw; Justin, married to Maria Rodriguez. Am the heir to the Tenshaw empire.
Someday, dad always tells me, I'd head everything he owns. I'd become responsible for the entire family. Someday, I'd be him.
But for now, am fighting with my brother over a ball he found in Uncle Luis' arctic. Uncle Luis is dad's only living brother, who got shot a week ago. He was crossing the road to a party, when he was shot in front of his wife.
And now, his wife has become a childless widow. My mum and grandma, are consoling Aunt Regina; as if that can bring uncle Luis back.
All dad's three brothers are dead. He is the only Tenshaw son of my grandmother still left. The rest are distant cousins to my grandfather.
