“My uncle once asked me, ‘Are you a virgin?’ when I was already 27 years old. From that moment, I started to be afraid of him. And a few days later, when he took me to a hotel outside the city, he leaned close to my ear by the pool and whispered, ‘After the pool, come up to my room…’”

Richard had never hurt me.

Maybe there really was something important he needed to tell me.

At 6:55 that evening, I was already standing in front of Room 214.

I raised my hand to knock, but then I noticed that the door wasn’t completely closed.

“Uncle Richard?”

No answer.

I pushed the door open slightly.

And the moment I stepped inside, I stopped.

My heart started pounding.

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I was already twenty-seven years old, yet that evening was the first time I truly felt afraid of my uncle.