I Went Into the Forest With My Father. Suddenly, He Grabbed My Hand and Said, ‘Finally, We’re Alone. Come Here, Let Me Kiss You. I’ve Wanted to Do This for So Long.’ I Pulled Away in Terror. But My Father Stepped Closer, Took Me by the Shoulders, and Whispered, ‘Don’t Be Afraid, Sweetheart. Your Mother Will Never Know What Happened Between Us.’ I Started Trembling. And When He Said, ‘I’ve Been Waiting 19 Years for This Moment,’

Still, I agreed to go.
On Sunday morning, we set off.

My father was unusually quiet in the car. Sometimes he glanced at me, then quickly turned his attention back to the road.

After about forty minutes, we reached the forest. At first, we walked along an ordinary trail.

But then my father suggested going deeper into the woods.

“There’s a beautiful place I want to show you.”

“Dad, there are hardly any people around here.”

“That’s exactly why I brought you here.”

I began to feel uneasy. A few minutes later, we arrived at an old wooden bench. My father stopped. He looked around. Then

he turned toward me. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand.

“Finally, we’re alone.”

I stared at him in surprise.

“What’s going on?”

He looked directly into my eyes.

“Emily, come here. Let me kiss you.”

I instinctively pulled away.

“Dad, why are you talking like that?”