My dad's hands tighten around the shoulder of the jacket. "Did someone force you to-" "No dad," I say. "Nobody forced me." "I don't understand," he says. "How could someone take a picture? Did you let them?" "No!" I say. But my dad doesn't stop. "Is that what's going on at parties now?" "John...," my mom says. "Let her talk." My dad snatches up the picture. "Who is this?" he says, jabbing a finger at the naked chest floating above my hair. "Nobody you know," I say. My dad's jaw quivers like I just smacked him. "Nobody?" he says.
