Making desserts.
Brewing coffee.
Meanwhile…
Everyone else relaxed.
Whenever someone needed something…
They called my name.
« Emma! »
« We’re out of ketchup! »
« Can you bring more ice? »
« Where are the clean towels? »
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“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…’”
I was already twenty-seven years old, yet that evening was the first time I truly felt afraid of my uncle. Book Hotels His name…
