The clinking of spoons and forks against porcelain plates echoed again and again in the Luis family’s dining room. The crystal chandelier bathed the room in a warm glow, yet the atmosphere was cold—far too cold to be called a family dinner.

Vania sat at the far end of the long table, trying to keep her face composed. The plate before her was barely touched. She stared at the cream soup cooling in front of her, but her mind was far away—still replaying the vicious argument she’d had with Devandra just hours earlier.

“I heard from Livia…” Mrs. Rika’s voice cut through the silence. “You two fought again, didn’t you?”...