Michael and I knelt in front of my dad. We had been kneeling there for hours after my dad called us out.

He was speechless, his face was buried in his hands as he shook his head in disappointment.

He had no words to say, probably blaming himself for trusting us in the first place.

I was scared but Michael seemed relaxed. Even happy because he actually got satisfaction.

About thirty minutes later, we heard their footsteps outside…the people my dad called to come and witness the taboo we committed…our family counselors.

They came in and my dad sat up.

The counselors…one male, one female.

They were the most trusted...