I sat at the table listening as the men and women talked business. Mum looked so bossy in her Gucci dark glasses and I didn't doubt for a second she married dad into the cartel.

On the round mahogany table was James and his parents— who by the way were happier than ever as Mrs.Martins was responding to treatment stupendously, my parents— who had been ecstatic since they managed to convince us to take our place in the cartel, Dawn and Mr.Timothy.

I hadn't been the least bit surprised Mr.Timothy had been part of the cartel for over 20 years and held a high position at that.

I sighed, leaning...