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.”
