The Past
It was late, Sara was tired (it was hours past her bedtime), and the cacophony of sounds in the small grade school gymnasium was making it hard for her to focus. Adults and children alike were murmuring anxiously amongst themselves as they waited for the charismatic Latin man to speak.
Even though Sara was barely five, she knew he was a very important man. He was, her uncle explained to her, their founder.
She also knew that she instantly and inexplicitly disliked him, though she couldn’t put her finger on exactly why. Physically, he was striking: meticulously dressed, in shape, sharp distinguished features, mesmerizing dark eyes, beautifully long straight black hair, and accompanied on either side by attractive young women. His personality seemed outwardly warm also: not only
