The story begins on the night of my wife’s sister’s engagement party. She comes from a Puerto Rican family with three girls. My wife was the oldest. Her middle sister was who the party was for, along with her soon-to-be husband. Her youngest sister, Layla, was introduced to me soon after my wife and I had met. We all sat in a circle, a crowd of conversation that, unfortunately for the most part, was hard to pick up. I’ve...