I've been waiting for you for an eternity, pacing the room and whispering into the void, begging you to come back; I fall asleep in fits and starts, shuddering from non-existent sounds, I count the tiles on the floor and drown in the memories of the past, when was my mother? or was not? part of my life. After all, once our family could be called normal, until that very point of no return, when my father touched me for the first time not as a daughter, but as a woman. When my mother found out, having read our secret with him on my face, she didn’t start digging, she...