She filmed it on a Tuesday, in the bathroom, after everyone was asleep.
The planning took longer than the filming. She'd spent two days thinking about it — talking herself into it, then out of it, then back into it.
It was stupid, she told herself. He'd seen her body a thousand times. He'd seen her naked, he'd seen her pregnant, he'd seen her in the delivery room with her legs spread and a baby coming out, for God's sake. What was one little video going to do.
But that was the thing. He'd seen her, but he’d stopped looking at her.
So she'd set the phone against the mirror, propped on a jar of cotton pads, and pressed record.
She was wearing nothing but the old shirt again — unbuttoned, hanging open at the sides. She didn't strip it off. She wanted him to see the whole thing, the way i
