It was a calm afternoon when I took a casual photo by the truck to send to my husband. But when he replied, questioning the reflection in the rear window, I was hit with a wave of confusion. The reflection showed a faint figure—a man wearing a hat that looked strikingly like my ex-boyfriend’s. I was sure I had been alone, but the image didn’t lie.
I tried to ease my husband’s worries, but his suspicion only grew as he insisted the figure resembled my ex. The more I looked at the photo, the more I wondered if he had somehow been nearby, or if it was just an eerie coincidence. My husband’s trust began to waver, and no matter how hard I tried to explain, that reflection haunted us both.
What was meant to be a simple photo had turned into a mystery, stirring doubt and tension between us, and resurfacing a past I thought I had left behind.
