But Bradley did bring a letter, saying, “Three years will pass quickly. When you’re out, we’ll come to get you. We’re still family. You’ve made such a great contribution to the family, and we will make it up to you.”

I scoffed at that.

Since childhood, I had been sent to live with my grandparents while Bradley stayed with my parents. As their business grew, they never considered bringing me back. Instead, they adopted a daughter—Sarah.

After my father’s death in a car accident, my mother suddenly remembered me and wanted to bring me home. Once I returned, they were all loving and close, and I had just managed to...