He took a deep breath.
“Do you remember six months ago, when you had terrible stomach pain in the middle of the night?”
I nodded.
“You told me it had passed. But afterward, I noticed your belly was changing. Every time I asked, you said you were fine. I was afraid you were hiding something again because you didn’t want to worry me.”
He showed me the notes on his phone.
Dates. Measurements. And beside each one, a short observation.
“Emily got tired quickly today.”
“She complained of heaviness again tonight.”
“I need to convince her to see a doctor.”
I stared at the screen in silence.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“At first, I did. But you got upset and asked me to stop talking about your body. I made a terrible decision. I thought that if I at least recorded the changes, we’d have something accurate to show the doctor if you eventually agreed to go.”
