His Camera Never Loved Me

After four years together, my photographer husband flies to Iceland every February, claiming he has a photography project there.

I told him I wanted to see the Northern Lights too, but he always laughed and said it was too cold there, and he needed to focus on work.

Until yesterday, when I was organizing his old hard drives for him.

An encrypted folder, simply named "February."

When I opened it, I found it was full of the same woman—Ingrid. She stood beneath the aurora, breathtaking and beautiful.

But he had never taken a single photo of me.