After we had sex in the forest, our relationship stopped being just a long-standing friendship, and our meetings became marked by our burning passion—each encounter defined by a different position.
Naturally, I had no intention of telling my father about my relationship with Emilia—not because I was ashamed to introduce her to him. Quite the opposite.
My family wasn't well regarded because of my father. Back when his body was healthier, he would spend his time away from his research drinking and causing trouble at the bar. Now that his body could no longer handle alcohol, he spent his days at home, bitter and resentful. My mother couldn't stand his behavior, so she ran away, leaving me alone with him.
I never wanted to drag Emilia into my family's problems, nor did I intend to expose the woman I loved to my only relative—but that wouldn't be an issue. I just needed to wait a little longer.
