When I arrived at Aneliese’s property and the car parked in front of the main door of the single-story cream-walled mansion with white windows, my sister was already waiting.

The place was surrounded by trees, lush nature, gardens, and a massive wooden playground under the shade of a fig tree.

A stroller with a doll inside sat by the door, a clear sign of how chaotic having a child would be—things everywhere.

Aneliese kissed my cheek and invited me in. “Trouble in paradise, Gabe ...