On a quiet afternoon, I sent my husband a photo of the peaceful scene as I leaned against the truck. His reply came almost instantly: “Who’s that in the reflection?”
Confused, I zoomed in and saw, to my horror, a figure in the rear window—a man in a hat that looked exactly like my ex’s. But I had been alone.
I tried to brush it off, but my husband wasn’t convinced. “That doesn’t look like a shadow. It looks like him,” he said, suspicious.
The doubt in his voice was undeniable. “That reflection… doesn’t feel like a coincidence.”
Days later, the image of that man haunted us, casting a shadow over what should have been a simple moment. Trust had been shaken, and we were left questioning the unexplainable.
