"Heitor"

I knew roughly what had happened. I'd always known my father was a scoundrel, but this was much worse. It relegated him to a category worse than a simple cretin or a harasser.

Three years ago, my father spent a very long time in the city. I had already bought his shares in the company a few years earlier, but he had already blown all the money he'd earned and came looking for more. When I didn't give in, he continued to torment me as usual. But suddenly, out of nowhere, he left and remained silent in Miami, until now.

I never understood why he left. I only knew roughly that two women had come forward saying he had harassed them and forced them to have sex, but I never knew exactly what had happened, and they soon disappeared.

But now it was all there, before my eyes. My unlovable father was a rapist. I started reading the report. Three years earlier, when he was here, to show off his good life, he threw a party at a beach house he'd rented. His friends, all as cretinous as he