The Distance Between Me and My Uncle

I was the adopted daughter of the Ford family, New York's most prominent household.

No one knew that every night, I would spend the hours entangled with my uncle, Mark Ford.

We had been in a secret relationship for three years, hidden from the world.

In the attic, in his car, in his bedroom or mine. We did countless secret and wild things.

"Mark, I..."

The man, usually so cold and reserved, suddenly grabbed my waist, thrusting forcefully, and my words were shattered.

Sweat dripped from his chiseled face onto my neck as I was sent soaring once more.