The air hung heavy with summer heat as I sat outside, dusk settling like a veil. Memories of my parents washed over me—of a time when our clan thrived on camaraderie, bound by unspoken loyalty and shared purpose. Mother, with her quiet strength, was the glue; her absence, and that of others, has left us adrift, the essence of what once was now fraying at the edges.

I’d hoped we’d mirror the Rothschilds’ unity—not for their hunger for wealth, but their unyielding bond, that fortress of kinship...