It was a quiet afternoon when I snapped a quick picture by the truck and sent it to my husband—just a casual moment to share my day. His reply came almost instantly: “Who’s that in the reflection?”
Confused, I zoomed in on the truck’s rear window. My heart sank. A faint figure stood behind me—wearing a hat eerily similar to one my ex-boyfriend always wore. I had been alone, or so I thought.
I tried to dismiss it as a trick of the light, but my husband wasn’t convinced. “That doesn’t look like a tree. It looks like him.” His suspicion grew, and doubt crept into our conversation.
What should have been an innocent photo turned into something darker—a ghost from my past, pulling us into a place of uncertainty and shaken trust.
