“My uncle once asked me, ‘Are you a virgin?’ when I was already 27 years old. From that moment, I started to be afraid of him. And a few days later, when he took me to a hotel outside the city, he leaned close to my ear by the pool and whispered, ‘After the pool, come up to my room…’

Yet when he finally had the chance to control what happened next, he gave me the documents, admitted his mistakes, and allowed me to make my own decisions.

That was how I began to understand the man behind the mystery.

He wasn’t perfect. He had waited too long to speak. He had allowed fear to make him secretive and clumsy. He had hurt me without intending to.

But he had also spent years trying to protect someone he loved.