I don’t understand until I open the door and see Jake standing there. “What are you doing here?” I whisper, well aware that everyone’s staring at us now.

“Beckett,” my mother repeats.

I glance from Landry’s tear-filled eyes to Jake’s bewildered expression, then back. “Just go,” my sister says. So I reluctantly grab Jake’s arm and haul him inside, then all the way to my room. I don’t want to leave Landry, but Penn and Mom are both there for her, and Jake’s …

I don’t know what Jake’s doing here.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as I close my bedroom door.

“That’s what I was going to ask you. You’re not answering your phone. I was worried. Because of the death threats.”

“My …?” I pat my back pocket and find it empty. Because my phone is lying on my bed, where I must have left it when I was wrapping presents. I pick it up and see seven messages and two missed calls from Jake. “Sorry. We’re having a rough day. But I’m fine.”

“What’s going on? Why are the Andersons here on Christmas Eve?” he asks as he sinks onto the end of my bed.

“You know the Andersons?” They don’t have any kids in high school. Yet.

He shrugs. “They go to my church.”

Of course they do. But I don’t know how to answer his question. It’s not my place to tell him—

“Was Landry crying?” He glances toward the living room, as if he can see through the wall. “Still, or again?”

“Still, mostly. The funeral hit her hard.” Which he knows, because he was there for her breakdown.

“Is she okay? What’s …?” Jake asks, and I can only watch in horror as understanding washes over his features. He stands. “Oh my god. It’s her baby? Not your dad’s?”

“Jake—”

“I left my duffel here.” He paces across my room, then suddenly he turns back to look at me, still putting the pieces together. “And the shirt. Was it Penn’s?”

“Yes. She just told us all this after the funeral. We’re still processing.”

“Landry and Fletcher Anderson?” His voice drops into a conspiratorial whisper. “They’re still in middle school!”

“I know—”

“What the hell was she even doing at the high school? This is crazy. This is …” His suddenly somber focus narrows on me. “This is so sad.”

“Yeah.” I pull him back down onto the edge of the bed. “The Andersons are just now finding out, and this pretty much sucks for everyone. Her life is basically ruined, and that’s kind of my fault.”

“Wait, what?” Jake frowns as he takes my hand. “How is any of that your fault?”