“I don’t want to go to school today,” my 10-year-old son whined. Jacob was the most naturally curious of my three children. He loved going to school. His words were a warning that something was amiss. “Why don’t you want to go to school?” I asked. “What’s wrong?” “I don’t have any friends.” His face remained downcast as he picked at his fingers. “What about Peter?” Peter had come over to our house for a few days over the summer when his mother had to work. Back then they were best friends. “Peter is a popular boy now. He plays Fortnite. So do all the other kids. They don’t want to be friends with me because I don’t play it.” I couldn’t believe my ears. Just a year before, Peter had been the new boy at school who moved from another school because he had been bullied. And now, he …