“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…’”

 

And the moment I walked in, I stopped.

 

My heart started beating hard.

 

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The bed was completely covered in photographs.

 

Dozens of them.

 

Maybe over a hundred.

 

And I was in almost every one of them.

 

Me at three years old.

 

Me in my school uniform.

 

Me at thirteen.

 

Me at my college graduation.

 

There were even photographs I had never seen before in my life.

 

On the wall hung a big picture of my mother.

 

Old letters, documents and sealed envelopes were scattered on the table.

 

Next to the bed was an open suitcase.

 

I took a step back.

 

“What is this…?”

 

At that moment, the door moved behind

of me.

 

I turned around.

 

Richard was standing there.

 

“Do not be afraid.”