Klara was only ten when my wife left me for another woman. It was an amicable split and we raised our daughter together the best we could. By seventeen Klara had blossomed into a pretty young lady with dark hair and brown eyes. She got good grades and didn’t drink or do drugs. She was accepted to a top notch college. We were proud of her. For graduation from high school, I bought Klara a new laptop to use at college. I pl...