It was a warm, quiet afternoon, the kind of day where you take a breath and just appreciate the moment.

I was out in the field, leaning against the truck, feeling the breeze in my hair, and thought

it would be fun to send my husband a quick picture. Just something casual, nothing special.

The truck looked good against the backdrop of trees, and I figured he’d appreciate the scenery.

I snapped the picture, standing beside the truck, and sent it off without much thought.

It was just a moment, a way to share a part of my day.

But when his reply came back almost instantly, it wasn’t what I expected.

“Who’s that in the reflection?”

I blinked, confused. “What reflection?” I texted back, starting to feel a knot form in my stomach.

“The rear window. There’s someone there,” he replied, his words more serious than I had anticipated.

My heart began to race. I opened the picture again and zoomed in on the rear window of the truck,

scanning the reflection. At first, I thought he was mistaken, that maybe it was just the

glare of the sun or a tree in the distance. But as I looked closer, my stomach dropped.

There was a figure, faint but undeniably present, standing just behind me.

It wasn’t a clear image, but the outline was distinct enough—a man’s figure, with a hat casting a

shadow over his face. The hat. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized the familiar shape.

It looked exactly like the hat my ex-boyfriend used to wear, the one he never went anywhere without.

My mind raced, trying to make sense of it. How could this be? I was alone when I took that picture,

wasn’t I? I hadn’t noticed anyone nearby. The field was empty, just me and the truck.

But the reflection didn’t lie. There was someone standing close enough to be caught in the window,

and it was starting to feel impossible to explain.

I quickly typed out a response, trying to sound calm. “I’m sure it’s just a

trick of the light, maybe a tree or something. I was alone.”

But I could already sense the shift in his tone when he replied. “That doesn’t look like a tree. It looks like him.”