It was a warm, quiet afternoon, the kind of day where you take a breath and just appreciate the moment. I was out in the field, leaning against the truck, feeling the breeze in my hair, and thought it would be fun to send my husband a quick picture. Just something casual, nothing special. The truck looked good against the backdrop of trees, and I figured he’d appreciate the scenery. I snapped the picture, standing beside the truck, and sent it off without much thought. It was just a moment, a way to share a part of my day. But when his reply came back almost instantly, it wasn’t what I expected. “Who’s that in the reflection?” I blinked, confused. “What reflection?” I texted back, starting to feel a knot form in my stomach. “The rear window. There’s someone there,” he replied, his words more serious than I had anticipated.

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.