”I want to stab Liam Brady in his rude kidneys,” I say, cramming my laundry in Nicole’s washer. She and Zack came back from their glamping adventure to find me stomping through the house, snorting and cleaning.

”You’re going to have to tell me the whole story so I can decide if I should talk you down or sharpen the knife for you.” Nicole hands me the detergent and I slam the door shut.

”He doesn’t deserve a sharp knife. ...