My 17-year-old daughter had spent our vacation happily posing for photos. But the moment I tried to post them, she panicked and begged me to stop, and one look at my husband told me there was something I wasn’t supposed to know.
“Mom, I’m serious. Please don’t.”
Nicole reached across the kitchen island so quickly that I pulled my phone against my chest.
I stared at my 17-year-old daughter.
“Since when do you care what I post?”
Usually, Nicole was the first person to complain if I didn’t upload the pictures where she thought she looked good.
But she wasn’t smiling.
“Just don’t post any of them. Please.”
We’d just come back from a family vacation, and I had spent the morning sorting through hundreds of photos.
There were pictures of the three of us at restaurants, by the pool, on the beach, and outside the hotel.
A week earlier, Nicole had been the one taking half those pictures.
She’d even complained that I hadn’t gotten a good enough photo of her by the pool.
“Why? You were the one asking me to take half of these.”
Nicole looked away.
“That was before.”
I stopped.
“Before what?”
“Just forget it.”
She grabbed her water bottle and left the kitchen.
I stood there, staring after her.
She did not look annoyed.
She looked scared.
I knew exactly when her behavior had changed.
Halfway through our trip, Nicole had suddenly stopped acting like herself.
Until then, she’d teased Andrew about wearing sandals with socks, stolen fries from my plate, and insisted we take ridiculous family selfies.
Then, one evening, everything changed.
We were having dinner outside the hotel restaurant.
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