“And have you asked him about the photographs?”
“I did. But he avoided answering.”
Sarah explained that photographing my body without my consent wasn’t acceptable, even if the person doing it was my husband.
She then recommended some tests to determine what was causing the discomfort in my belly.
When I left the hospital, I had seven missed calls from Daniel.
And one message.
“Emily, I know you’ve been afraid of me these past few days. Tonight, I’ll explain everything. Please remember one thing: I never wanted to hurt you.”
I didn’t reply.
That evening, I came home earlier than usual.
Daniel was sitting in the kitchen.
In front of him were his phone, an old photo album, and a small blue box.
“Emily, please sit down.”
“No. First, tell me why you’ve been photographing me while I’m asleep.”
He lowered his head.
“Because I was afraid.”
