“Sixty years ago, I told myself I’d never speak to my brother again,” Leonardo Sartori said on the night of March 7th.

Reesa, sitting beside Myko, leaned forward with the rest of the crowd on Panificio Sartori’s rooftop.

“I told myself Enzo was betraying our family. That, by taking our dream of growing the bakery wholesale, he was cheapening our legacy. On some level, I knew I was being unfair. I’d been outvoted, and he’d tried to compromise. But to ...