Kevin wiped the sweat from his brow, leaning on the handle of the shovel as he surveyed the shallow trenches he’d dug to redirect water from the foundation. Jordan, his friend’s 16 year old son, stood a few feet away, brushing dirt from his hands and trying to look casual. Kevin could still sense the hesitation in Jordan's movements, the carefulness in his glances. “Thanks for helping out, man,” Kevin said, stretching his...