Two days later and over a month earlier than I planned, I met my brother as he and Diego entered the gate to our home. Dante looked as handsome as ever, and while dressing up wasn’t his forte, he was impeccable in a custom suit. The months of separation came crashing down on me. I ran toward him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’ve missed you.”

Dante reached for my arms and pushed me back, his eyes narrowing. “Who are you and what have you done with my sister?” He ...