Too late for what?
Why was my husband measuring my body in the middle of the night?
And why was he doing all of this secretly?
Over the next few days, I began to fear my own bedroom.
Daniel had never hit me or threatened me. But now, every time he touched me, I remembered those nighttime photographs.
Until one morning, while taking a shower, I noticed that the skin on certain parts of my belly had become irritated.
For several weeks, I’d also been experiencing a strange feeling of heaviness.
I decided to see a doctor.
I didn’t tell Daniel.
Dr. Sarah Miller was a woman in her fifties with a calm voice and attentive eyes.
She listened to my complaints, examined my belly, and asked a few routine questions.
Then she asked:
“Does your husband know you’re here?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
I remained silent for a long moment.
