“So,” Arlo said politely, but I know the look in his eyes as it landed on my parents’ faces, studying them.

I tried focusing on finishing my meal, but the sudden tension around the dining table was impossible to ignore.

“What was Kerri like when she was young?”

My mother blinked at Arlo’s question, seemingly caught off guard.

“Well, Kerri was… you know, just like every other kid.” Her voice became quieter and quieter with each word, shoving another spoonful of pasta in her mouth after answering.

Arlo continued gently. “Was she a great student in high school?” This time, the question was aimed at my father, who just scratched...