“It’s Uncle Bernard.” She confessed slowly and almost immediately her aunt disengaged.
“What?” She asked her eyes narrowing at the scared girl. “What did you just say?”
“It’s Uncle Bernard’s baby.” She repeated and Diane’s eyes opened widely as she realized the meaning in Lydia’s confession.
“No,” she whispered in disappointment. “Your uncle touches you?”
Lydia paused for a while before she nodded; there was no going back now, she had to confess everything to her aunt if she really wanted help. In frustration, Diane walked away from the bed and paced across the room; she balled her fists in frustration and anger.
Angry at everything, at everyone, but somewhere in her heart she knew, Lydia isn’t to be blamed. If she was going to get angry it should be at her husband... the bastar
