It was a peaceful afternoon in the field when I took a photo of my truck and sent it to my husband. Moments later, he responded, “Who’s that in the reflection?”
Perplexed, I zoomed in on the rear window. My stomach sank. There was a faint figure standing behind me—a man wearing a hat that looked unsettlingly similar to the one my ex used to wear. I was sure I had been alone. I tried to convince my husband it was just a shadow, but his reply was firm: “That doesn’t look like a shadow. It looks like him.”
The unease gnawed at me. Could my ex really have been there without me realizing? Or was it merely a trick of the light that stirred up old memories?
After that day, something shifted between us. Trust trembled. That seemingly innocent photo had turned into a chilling puzzle—an image that changed everything.
