I sink back in my chair, hating that I’m so far away from my family. I don’t fully understand the trouble my sixteen-year-old brother has gotten himself into, but I know he’s a solid kid. He’s playing hockey at a prep school in Boston, on scholarship—we are definitely not a prep school kind of family—and I thought he was doing pretty well. But then a few weeks ago, Mom called and was completely beside herself, saying Blake had been arrested and she had no idea what she was supposed to do.