Daniel took my hand.
“After that day, you started hiding yourself. You stopped taking pictures, going to the beach, even looking at yourself in the mirror.”
“And that’s why you’ve been photographing me at night?”
“No. That wasn’t the only reason.”
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.
