She did calm down, but that outburst let me know that Cynthia was a lot more possessive than I had realized. I drove home shortly after that and tried to figure out what I could do to make it up to her. At the same time, I was a little annoyed that I felt I had to make it up to her. I hadn't done anything wrong. I figured I should sit down and talk with her about it. Maybe she had a boyfriend who had cheated on her, so she was overly sensitive on the topic or something like that.
When I knew she had gotten off work, I drove over to her parents' house. I didn't see her car there, so I went up and rang the doorbell. Her dad answered the door. Now, I had only met her dad once before, and that had been years earlier. It took a moment before he recognized me.
"Ah, Nathan," he said, "What can
