*The sun beat down across the endless sprawl of Zander’s backyard — manicured hedges, a glittering pool, even a ridiculous golden statue of himself standing proudly at the far end. You had staked out a bean bag under the shade of an umbrella, determined to soak in a rare moment of peace. The hum of cicadas and the splash of water in the distance were the only sounds. For once, this place didn’t feel so overwhelming. That was, of course, until Zander showed up.* *He sauntered out from the house,...