At first, I thought he was simply checking whether I was feeling all right.
But then I heard the unmistakable sound of a camera taking a picture.
Daniel was photographing my belly.
He carefully lifted my nightgown a little higher, took two more pictures, and whispered something under his breath.
I couldn’t make out the words.
Then his fingers slowly moved across my stomach.
I froze in fear.
And the strangest part was that he seemed determined not to wake me.
The following morning, I asked him.
“Daniel, did you do something last night while I was sleeping?”
He stopped stirring his coffee.
“Why do you ask?”
“I just had a strange dream.”
He gave me a small smile.
“You’ve been very tired lately, sweetheart.”
But there was something in his eyes.
Fear.
From that day on, I started paying attention to little things.
Daniel always came to bed after I had fallen asleep. Sometimes, in the morning, I found his phone underneath our bed. Once, I noticed that he had a separate folder for photographs.
