The doctor’s expression turned serious.
“Emily, I need to ask you something very important. Has your husband ever forced you to do something you didn’t want to do?”
I swallowed back my tears.
“Yes… for seventeen years.”
She pulled her chair closer.
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“Why haven’t you told anyone all these years?”
“Because I always thought it was normal.”
“What was normal?”
I stared at the floor.
“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.
