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 father immediately fell silent. I didn’t understand what he meant.

The following week, he suggested that we go into the forest together.

“Just you and me,” he said. “I want to spend a few hours alone with you.”

My mother overheard our conversation.

“Robert, why the forest?”

My father gave an uneasy smile.

“Because nobody will disturb us there.”

My mother said nothing.

But her face turned pale.

I already had a feeling that something was wrong.

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.”