I hesitated. The stories he recounted about his past life, as well as his actions with Nika, suddenly echoed back. Undeniably, I was afraid he would do something indecent.
"May I come in, dear?" His voice was gentle. Yet, it disgusted me. I kept the door from opening wider.
"What do you want?" I asked, trembling. My heart pounded with fear.
"I want to talk a little," he replied, still standing calmly.
What else did he want to talk about? Wasn't the conversation at the police station this morning enough? Why come at night?
"Sorry. It's not appropriate for you to come at night. You're a man, I'm a woman. If you want to talk, just come tomorrow afternoon."
Feeling worried, I looked for an excuse to prevent the man from entering.
"This man is your father, dear," he replied as if not acc
