It was a sunny day, and I decided to snap a picture beside my truck to share with my husband. But when I sent it, his reply sent a chill down my spine: “Who’s that in the reflection?”
Confused, I zoomed in on the rear window—and froze. There, faint but visible, was a figure, eerily resembling my ex-boyfriend with his signature hat. I was alone in the field, yet this shadow from my past seemed to haunt the photo. I reassured my husband it was a trick of the light, but he couldn’t shake the suspicion.
As I tried to explain, the tension between us grew. The innocent picture became a symbol of doubt and mistrust, leaving both of us haunted by the figure that appeared uninvited in our lives, casting a shadow over our marriage.
It was a sunny day, and I decided to snap a picture beside my truck to share with my husband. But when I sent it, his reply sent a chill down my spine: “Who’s that in the reflection?”
Confused, I zoomed in on the rear window—and froze. There, faint but visible, was a figure, eerily resembling my ex-boyfriend with his signature hat. I was alone in the field, yet this shadow from my past seemed to haunt the photo. I reassured my husband it was a trick of the light, but he couldn’t shake the suspicion.
As I tried to explain, the tension between us grew. The innocent picture became a symbol of doubt and mistrust, leaving both of us haunted by the figure that appeared uninvited in our lives, casting a shadow over our marriage.