My heart pounded as I zoomed in on the truck’s rear window. At first, I thought it was a glare or a distant tree. But as I looked closer, my stomach dropped. A faint figure stood behind me. It wasn’t clear, but the outline was distinct—a man wearing a hat. My breath caught. It looked exactly like the one my ex always wore. Panic set in. I was alone when I took that picture… wasn’t I? The field was empty. Yet, the reflection told a different story. I quickly typed a response, forcing calm. “Probably just a trick of the light. I was alone
