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One warm afternoon, I snapped a photo by the truck to share with my husband. His reply sent chills through me: **”Who’s that in the reflection?”**
Confused, I zoomed in. Faint but clear, a figure appeared—a man wearing a hat eerily similar to one my ex used to wear. My heart raced. I’d been alone, yet there he was.
I tried to reassure my husband it was nothing, but doubt lingered. The image raised questions neither of us could answer, and unease crept into our conversations.
What began as a casual photo reopened a door to my past. The small reflection cast a long shadow, leaving both of us haunted by its unsettling presence.
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