My heart began to race. I opened the picture again and zoomed in on the rear window of the truck, scanning the reflection. At first, I thought he was mistaken, that maybe it was just the glare of the sun or a tree in the distance. But as I looked closer, my stomach dropped. There was a figure, faint but undeniably present, standing just behind me.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
