I knew going home for the weekend would be a minefield, but it’s even more treacherous than I imagined. All my dad’s friends are in one house to celebrate his award, and the table is full of friends bursting with well-intention and dangerous curiosity. “How’re classes?” Nina, my dad’s former tour manager, asks me over dinner Saturday night. “Hard, but at least they’re interesting,” I say. “I have two essays and a project due before midterms.” So far, so good. I take a congratulatory bite of fettucine, cooked to perfection by the chef Dad and Haley hired when Sophia hit two and Haley started working again full-time. “How’s Avery?” Haley...