Fatal Affection, Bitter End

creaming, trying to drag our brilliant daughter, Emily, off the bus and into the deluge, all for Mark Johnson, a man in h

to pull Emily off the bus, costing Emily her future. Mark, predictably, failed again and then jumped from a bridge

sitation this time. I grabbed Susan' s arm, my grip like iron, pulling he

the bus driver' s radio crackled: "Route 7 bridge compromised... route to exam center blocked. Indefinitely.

k and Susan were caught in a pathetic brawl in the pouring rain

ion to the exam center." Hope surged through the bus. "Of course, that' s just for the students on the school' s official roster," I added, low

ants. Her jaw dropped. Mark, realizing his entire savings were about that much, asked for his card. Susan stammered, "I used it...

Susan, hysterical, begged me for a loan. I offered a loan agreement: $200,000 at 20% daily compounded interest, her ho

oad reopened. Ground transport can now proceed." Susan, standing alone in the rain, crumpled. She had