I cried. Many silent tears rolled down my cheeks as the taxi took me back to the city and, very strangely, to my house. That's how I knew that man had really never stopped watching me, and perhaps no matter what I did, there was little or nothing I could do to hide from him.
I thought about what I should do from that moment on throughout the journey. It was no longer about my own father but a lunatic who only intended to use me to take what wasn't his. I didn't want to allow his abuses again—definitely not this time—but I didn't know where to start. How could I explain the matter to Arthur?
I wanted to be honest with him. After all, it wasn't just me who was in danger, but him too. It was something that concerned both of us, but there were two things that prevented me from being firm wit
