The reply came back almost instantly, and it wasn\u2019t what I had anticipated.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho\u2019s that in the reflection?\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned, reading his words again, unsure of what he meant. I hadn\u2019t seen anyone. \u201cWhat reflection?\u201d I typed back, a slight unease building.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe rear window. There\u2019s someone there,\u201d he replied, his tone suddenly more serious.<\/p>\n
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Heart pounding, I opened the photo and zoomed in, focusing on the rear window\u2019s reflection. At first, I assumed it was just a glare, maybe a trick of the light or a shadow from the trees. But as I studied it more closely, my stomach twisted. There was, indeed, a figure\u2014a faint outline of a person standing just behind me. The more I looked, the more familiar the shape became. A man in a hat, his face obscured by the brim\u2019s shadow.<\/p>\n
My breath caught. It looked just like the hat my ex-boyfriend used to wear, one he was rarely seen without.<\/p>\n
A chill ran through me. I had been alone, hadn\u2019t I? I hadn\u2019t noticed anyone when I took the picture, and the field was empty, just me and the truck. But there he was, unmistakably standing close enough to be caught in the window\u2019s reflection. How was this even possible?<\/p>\n
I tried to calm my husband with a hasty reply. \u201cIt\u2019s probably just a shadow or something from the background. I was definitely alone.\u201d But even I felt the uncertainty in my words.<\/p>\n
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The reply came back almost instantly, and it wasn\u2019t what I had anticipated. \u201cWho\u2019s that in the reflection?\u201d I frowned, reading his words again, unsure of what he meant. I hadn\u2019t seen anyone. \u201cWhat reflection?\u201d I typed back, a slight unease building. \u201cThe rear window. There\u2019s someone there,\u201d he replied, his tone suddenly more serious….<\/p>\n