“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.
“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.”
