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Her mind scrambled.
Was it the person who took the picture?
No… the angle didn’t match.
This reflection wasn’t from the front.
It was from behind her.
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Her fingers went cold.
“Wait…” she whispered into the phone.
“I… I didn’t see anyone behind me.”
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On the other end, her husband didn’t speak.
Because he had already seen it.
Immediately.
The moment he opened the image.
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“I know you didn’t,” he said quietly.
“That’s the problem.”
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She turned around in real life, as if the person might still be there.
But the field was empty.
Only the horse shifted slightly, calm as ever.
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“What are you saying?” she asked, her voice trembling now.
“I’m saying,” he replied slowly, “that either you’re lying…”
“…or you weren’t alone—and didn’t even know it.”
