It was a quiet afternoon in the field when I snapped a photo of my truck and sent it to my husband. Moments later, he replied: âWhoâs that in the reflection?â
Confused, I zoomed in on the rear window. My heart dropped. A faint figure stood behind me â a man in a hat that looked eerily like the one my ex used to wear. I was certain Iâd been alone. I tried to reassure my husband it was a shadow, but his reply was blunt: âThat doesnât look like a shadow. It looks like him.â
