It was a quiet afternoon. I took a photo beside my truck, just a casual shot to send my husband. The trees looked nice, the breeze felt good—nothing unusual. He replied almost instantly: “Who’s that in the reflection?” Confused, I zoomed in on the rear window.
That’s when I saw it—a faint figure standing behind me. A man. Wearing a hat eerily similar to one my ex always wore. I was sure I’d been alone. The field was empty. But the reflection said otherwise. My husband’s messages turned serious. “That doesn’t look like a tree. It looks like him.” Panic set in. Was my ex actually there? Had I missed him somehow? Or was it a trick of the light that now looked too real?
