When Chandran was four or five, the full-time help his working parents employed went on a weeklong holiday, and had left a stand-in. She must’ve been eighteen or nineteen at the time, a dusky woman with long hair who wore blouses and flaired skirts. After school in the afternoons, the maid would put his younger sister to sleep, and then take him to another room where she would sexually abuse him, using the promise of gifts to buy his obedience. “No penetration, but all of the rest happened.”
