Brandy
The more I read, the more horrific it became.
There were dozens upon dozens of women my father had coerced or sexually abused over the course of his career. Surprisingly, though, none of them had ever come forward. Those my mother could get a hold of, and the one’s she was able to get to talk to her all said the same thing: they were afraid to come forward, to say anything. None of them had ever reported the rape. They knew if they came forward now, their voices would be weak. With no supporting evidence other than their word against his, they doubted they could win a case against him. Even if they all came forward.
They were all afraid of him.
I’m sure he had threatened them into silence somehow. But none of them ever said what he had on them.
Father was definitely a silver t
