Mrs. Santos looked at me with kind eyes, but I could see her struggling with something. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again.
"Mrs. Santos?" I pressed gently.
She sighed and folded her hands in her lap. "Mrs. De Luca, I've worked for this family for a while . I've seen things, heard things. But it's not my place to share family secrets."
"I understand that, but I'm family now too. I'm his wife."
"Yes, you are." She nodded slowly. "But some stories are too personal, Mr. Rafael should be the one to tell you about his brother."
My heart sank. I had hoped Mrs. Santos might give me some insight, something I could use to understand the tension between the brothers.
"Is it really that bad?" I asked.
Mrs. Santos was quiet for a moment. Then she reached across the table and pa
