The next morning, I received a message.
“Margaret, if you don’t trust me, at least be honest about it.”
That was the first time I stopped and thought,
“Is this really love… or am I simply doing everything he asks because I’m afraid he’ll disappear?”
That thought terrified me.
I decided to end it.
I wrote,
“Adam, I don’t think I’m going to send you any more pictures.”
His response came almost immediately.
Only three words.
“That’s your choice.”
I let out a breath of relief.
But one minute later, another message arrived.
It was simply a link.
I opened it.
And my entire body went cold.
There was a page on the screen.
One of my photographs.
Then another.
Then another.
The photographs I had been absolutely certain only Adam had seen.
Below them were dozens of comments from strangers.
I started scrolling rapidly.
