I called to explain, but my husband’s voice was distant. “That reflection doesn’t feel like a coincidence.”
From that moment, something shifted. A simple photo turned into a storm of doubt. No matter how much I insisted I was alone, the shadow in that window lingered—in our minds, in our marriage.
That blurry figure, barely noticeable, had cracked something we didn’t know was fragile. What should’ve been a peaceful moment became the start of a haunting we couldn’t explain—or forget.