My 18-year-old daughter, Aimee, grew up in a strict, religious home. Frustrated with her life, she came to live with me the moment she turned 18.
Unbeknownst to her, I harbored a deep, dark secret.
I was in love with her. And not in the good daddy/daughter way, either. It was a sick, twisted desire that ate at the very edges of my soul.
But I couldn't help myself.