It’s Thanksgiving at the Mayflower home—a crumbling Colonial in Connecticut where the wine is strong, the family ties are weak, and the tension could carve the turkey itself. As the meal unfolds, protest puppets take the floor, cranberry sauce gets political, and the music box on the coffee table just might be hiding something.

Ari, the youngest Mayflower, arrives from Stanford unannounced, pale and rattled, while insisting he’s fine. Something on campus has shaken him to the core, and the family’s well-practiced rituals of avoidance fall apart before the holiday dishes are cleared. As three generations clash over identity, ideology, and the stories they tell themselves, they soon learn that the world outside their dining room is not as distant as they’d hoped.

When political convictions buckle under pressure and a long-buried secret forces its way to the surface, the Mayflowers must confront more than their lineage. They must face the harm they’ve overlooked, the histories they’ve rewritten, and the truth they’ve pretended not to see. Sharp, satirical, and emotionally unflinching, The Mayflower Inheritance is a dark comedy about privilege, performance, and what it costs to see—and be seen—in a moment when certainty is its own kind of danger.