But my gut wrenched as I looked at it more intently. The thin silhouette of a person standing just behind me was, in fact, a figure. The form seemed more recognizable the more I examined it.
A guy wearing a hat, the shadow of the brim hiding his face. I gasped. It resembled the cap that my ex-boyfriend wore, which he was seldom seen without.
I felt cold. Hadn’t I been by myself? The field was deserted, just the vehicle and I, and I hadn’t seen anybody when I shot the photo.
However, he was clearly visible, standing near enough to be seen in the reflection of the glass. How could this have happened? I gave a hurried response in an attempt to reassure my spouse.
“It’s most likely just a background shadow or something.” I was alone myself, for sure. However, even I sensed my own hesitancy as I spoke.
