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.”
His voice trembled.
“But I had no right to do it secretly. I’m sorry.”
For the first time, I could see that Daniel truly understood how much he’d frightened me.
“Then what were you whispering every night?”
He closed his eyes.
“I was saying, ‘Please, don’t let it be too late this time.’”
