“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…’”

The worst thoughts started running through my head.

Why had he brought me here?

Why a hotel?

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

Twice, I almost grabbed my bag and left.

But then I thought about my father.

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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The entire bed was covered with photographs.

Dozens of them.

Maybe more than a hundred.

And I was in almost every single one.

Me at three years old.

Me in my school uniform.

Me at thirteen.

Me at my university graduation.

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