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,’

My name is Emily. I’m 19 years old.

My father, Robert, is 54, and my mother, Margaret, is 51.

I’ve always been very close to my father. Ever since I was little, he protected me, helped me with my homework, and took me on walks every Sunday.

But over the past few months, his behavior had started to make me uncomfortable. He often stared at me for a long time. Whenever I noticed, he would smile and say:

“You’ve grown into such a beautiful young woman.”

At first, I didn’t think much of it. But one day, my father suddenly asked me something strange.

“Emily, if I kissed you someday, would you be angry?”

I laughed.

“Dad, what kind of question is that? You kiss me on the cheek all the time.”

His expression became serious.

“I’m talking about something different.”

At that moment, my mother walked into the kitchen.