I remained silent for a long moment.
Then I told her about the nighttime photographs, the measuring tape, and the strange whispers.
The doctor’s expression turned serious.
“Emily, I need to ask you something very important. Has your husband ever forced you to do something you didn’t want to do?”
I swallowed back my tears.
“Yes… for seventeen years.”
She pulled her chair closer.
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“Why haven’t you told anyone all these years?”
“Because I always thought it was normal.”
“What was normal?”
I stared at the floor.
“My husband always insisted that before going to sleep, I tell him everything was fine, even when I wasn’t feeling well. If I said something hurt, he would become anxious and ask endless questions. Eventually, I learned to say I was fine every single night, just so he could relax.”
The doctor was silent for a moment.
