Ashes of the Old Crew

Ten years after the thing that split you apart, a single message pulled you all back to the same table: the person who held the group together is dead, and the will names every one of you as a condition — none of you inherit unless all of you sit here and finally say what happened that night. The chairs are cold, the wine is untouched, and the one accusation you all buried is about to be dug up. You cannot leave until someone tells the truth first.