“Once, when I was 27, my uncle asked me, ‘Are you a virgin?’ From that moment on, I started to be afraid of him. A few days later, when he took me to a hotel just outside the city, he leaned over to my ear by the pool and whispered, ‘After the pool, get in my room…’”

“”

Why?”

Richard took a look at

her around.

 

“I can’t explain it here.”

 

“What’s going on?”

 

He just repeated:

 

“Seven o’clock. Room 214.”

 

Then he left.

 

From that moment on, I couldn’t relax.

 

The worst thoughts began to invade my mind.

 

Why did he bring me here?

 

 

Why a hotel?

 

Why couldn’t he just tell me what he wanted?

 

Twice I was about to take my bag and leave.

 

But then I thought of my father.

 

Richard had never hurt me.

 

Maybe there was really something important that I needed to say.

 

At 6:55 that afternoon, I was already standing in front of room 214.

 

 

I raised my hand to call, but then I realized that the door was not completely closed.

 

“Uncle Richard?”

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No answer.

 

I pushed the door slightly to open it.