“Here.” Arrick hands me the salad bowl around my mom’s table, where everyone is eating, barely looking me in the eye and avoiding touching me when I slide the bowl out of his grip. I told him I didn’t want anyone to know beyond Jake and Emma right now, and I wanted to act normal and enjoy being home for once. Just one normal afternoon before I single out my mother and talk to her. I know he’s told Jake from the beginning; I mean, I always knew he would. He tells him everything, and ...