I tried to explain over the phone to my husband that it must have been a strange coincidence. However, the stillness on the other end of the line was filled with a tangible sense of uncertainty.
His tone was cautious and distant when he eventually spoke. “I’m not sure,” he answered softly. “It doesn’t feel like a coincidence, that reflection.”
I remained there after the conversation ended, gazing down at the photo that suddenly seemed to contain much more than a momentary glimpse of my day.
The blurry silhouette of a guy in the distance was like a shadow, retrieving something from the past that I had assumed was resolved.
Everything between us seemed strange in the days that followed, as if there had been a change that none of us could fully correct.
