That’s such a chilling story. It’s like the past suddenly reached forward and interrupted your present, pulling in a shadow that shouldn’t have been there. The fact that it’s your ex—someone who’s supposed to be behind you, in the past—makes it all the more unsettling. It leaves a lingering question: was it just a trick of light, or was it something else? Something you can’t quite explain, but that feels wrong in your gut.

I can really feel the tension you must have felt in the days after, like trying to shake off a feeling that won’t go away. The photo, something that should have been a peaceful, simple moment, ends up haunting you both. I think the way it undermines trust is particularly powerful here—like no matter how much you try to rationalize it, there’s always that tiny thread of doubt now hanging between you and your husband.

It’s the uncertainty that’s so unnerving, isn’t it? No clear answer, but something is off. The feeling of being watched, or even followed, without realizing it until it’s almost too late. That “familiar stranger” vibe—someone who doesn’t belong but is unmistakably there. What’s your take on it? Do you think it was a strange coincidence, or is there something else at play here?