great-recipes.grastyup.com “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…’”

His face changed.

For a moment, he looked almost ashamed.

Then he pointed to the chair beside the desk.

“Please sit down. There’s something about your father that you need to know.”

I didn’t sit.

“Then tell me.”

Richard took a deep breath and placed the envelope on the desk.

“Your father didn’t die knowing the whole truth about our family,” he said quietly. “And neither did your mother.”

My heart began to pound.

“What truth?”

He opened the envelope and pulled out several old photographs, a handwritten letter, and a document bearing my mother’s signature.

I recognized her handwriting immediately.

Richard pushed the letter toward me.

“Read it.”

My hands trembled as I unfolded the paper.

Richard,

If anything happens to me, please make sure Emily never discovers what her father did. She deserves a normal life. She has already lost enough.

I looked up.

“What did my father do?”