On a peaceful afternoon, I took a photo of my truck in the field and sent it to my husband. His quick reply, “Who’s that in the reflection?” caught me off guard. Zooming in, I saw a faint figure in a hat that looked eerily like my ex-boyfriend, though I had been alone. I tried to brush it off, but my husband wasn’t convinced, replying, “That doesn’t look like a shadow. It looks like him.”
In the days that followed, the image haunted me, creating a tense distance between us. What was meant to be a simple moment of sharing had instead sparked doubt and unease, as the past seemed to creep back into the present in a way I couldn’t explain.