“You’ve been very tired lately, sweetheart.”
But there was something in his eyes.
Fear.
From that day on, I started paying attention to little things.
Daniel always came to bed after I had fallen asleep. Sometimes, in the morning, I found his phone underneath our bed. Once, I noticed that he had a separate folder for photographs.
The folder had only one word as its name.
“Emily.”
It was password-protected.
I tried to open it, but couldn’t.
The most frightening thing happened the following week.
One night, I pretended to be asleep.
Daniel waited about twenty minutes.
Then he came closer.
Once again, he lifted my nightgown.
This time, he wasn’t holding only his phone.
He also had a small measuring tape.
He carefully measured my belly, entered some numbers into his phone, and took another photograph.
Then he whispered:
“Please… don’t let it be too late this time.”
