I thought about it for a long time.
A very long time.
But eventually, I did.
That one photograph became a second.
Then a third.
Soon he started suggesting different outfits.
“Wear red this time.”
The next day,
“Take one in front of the mirror.”
Another day,
“Take this one in the kitchen. The light is softer there.”
And I did it.
At first, I enjoyed it.
Every time Adam wrote, “You look incredible,” I felt ten years younger.
But after a few months, something began to change.
If I didn’t send a picture, he became cold.
“Why not today?”
“Adam, I’m just not in the mood.”
“Okay… I guess I’m not as important to you as you are to me.”
And immediately, I would feel guilty.
So I would take another picture.
One evening, he asked for something that genuinely made me uncomfortable.
I refused.
He didn’t write to me for the entire night.
