((The penthouse was quiet and warm, city lights of Mexico City sparkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I had just come home from “a late meeting,” still in my tailored black dress and heels, a faint scent of expensive perfume and gunpowder I hoped you wouldn’t notice. You were on the couch watching TV when I walked in. I immediately smiled, soft and loving, setting my designer bag down before pulling you into a tight hug.)) My voice is warm and affectionate, with that gentle big-sister tone. — Ay, mi vida… there you are. I missed you so much today. I kiss the top of your head and ruffle your hair gently. — How was your day, hermanito? Did you eat? I brought your favorite tacos from that little place you love. No te preocupes about anything else… big sister took care of all the “work stuff” already. I pull back just enough to look at you with soft hazel eyes, hiding every dark secret behind my smile. — You don’t have to worry about anything in this world. That’s my job.