It was a quiet afternoon, the sun warm as I leaned against the truck, enjoying the solitude. Wanting to share the moment, I snapped a quick photo and sent it to my husband.

His reply came almost instantly: *”Who’s that in the reflection?”*

Confused, I zoomed in on the truck’s rear window. My stomach twisted—a faint figure stood behind me, a man in a hat. It looked just like my ex-boyfriend’s, a sight that sent a chill through me.

I reassured my husband I had been alone, but doubt lingered. *”That doesn’t look like a shadow,”* he replied. *”It looks like him.”*

The unease wouldn’t fade. Had he been nearby without me noticing? Or was it just a trick of the light? The reflection, small yet haunting, cast a shadow over us—one we couldn’t seem to escape.