Xyla was fuming—her anger practically radiating off her. And, as luck would have it, I stumbled right into her line of fire. What followed was relentless verbal shelling aimed squarely at me.

“I called Yosef, and you decided to answer his phone. How’s that my problem?” I snapped back, equally miffed after enduring her tirade. “Why don’t you try lightening up for once? That constant venom of yours—be careful it doesn’t come back to haunt your daughter ...