CHAPTER SEVEN
I
'd known Aaron for some time. He was a typical moody teenager, who got straight A's in all his classes. And from the things I'd noticed about him he’d built an invisible wall around his life. A wall that kept everyone far away.
He was the only son of the Onis. His parents, especially his mother, helped the needy. She offered scholarships to a couple of people in St. Martha and founded ‘The Safe Place,’ an anti-rape organization created for children. They were rich, but it was nothing unusual for the parents of students who attended St. Martha. And even though they dressed in expensive clothing that made them seem stoic, they were nothing like Aaron. They were cheerful.
Aaron and I had never had a conversation. We hardly even made eye contact, except for today. In a way,
