After the exam, Aurora walked through the school gate in the direction of the parking lot. Seeing her father waiting for her, she froze up completely. Jonathan Foster was dressed in a suit and he looked amiable. To a stranger, he could easily have been mistaken for someone kind and gentle. Under the mild and gentle appearance though, there was a darkness that was putrid and ugly.
“Aurora,” he called, “I heard that you got seventh in your class. Good job. I am proud of you. You should come home with me. We can celebrate. I am sure that Caldwell treats you nice, but you’re both young and young people don’t know what they are doing. People are gossiping about you. They say that you are living in sin. I am your father. You need to trust me to make good decisions for you u
