Because it meant that it wasn’t just a moment, it was something that was repeated, something that made her question her own feelings.
Something that taught him to keep silent.
—Can you teach me? —ask.
If you were paralyzed.
For a second, I thought that I could decide that no, not because he didn’t trust me, but because children sometimes tried to protect the people who caused them harm. Minimize. They hide. Adapt.
Then, slowly… it turned.
And at that moment, I understood it.
It wasn’t just what he saw.
That’s what it meant.
Not an isolated incident.
A patron.
If you quickly put the shirt down, you felt embarrassed.
—Please don’t get bored —he whispered.
And then it destroyed me.
Because I wasn’t scared of the situation.
I was afraid of my reaction.
Breathe deeply.
—I’m not mad at you —he says. And I won’t let you know that nothing will harm you again.
She looked at me closely.
—Do you promise?
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