I kept my eyes closed.
It was Daniel.
He was sitting beside our bed. The room was almost completely dark, but the faint glow of his phone illuminated his face.
At first, I thought he was simply checking whether I was feeling all right.
But then I heard the unmistakable sound of a camera taking a picture.
Daniel was photographing my belly.
He carefully lifted my nightgown a little higher, took two more pictures, and whispered something under his breath.
I couldn’t make out the words.
Then his fingers slowly moved across my stomach.
I froze in fear.
And the strangest part was that he seemed determined not to wake me.
The following morning, I asked him.
“Daniel, did you do something last night while I was sleeping?”
He stopped stirring his coffee.
“Why do you ask?”
“I just had a strange dream.”
He gave me a small smile.
