It was just an ordinary day when I sent my husband a picture of me standing next to our neighbor’s horse. I didn’t think much of it at the time.
“The shadow,” he snapped. “On your back. Don’t lie to me.”
I froze. Then, I looked at the picture again and saw what he had noticed.
Thunder’s head and neck had cast a shadow on my back—creating the eerie illusion of a man standing behind me, his hands wrapped around my waist.
In that moment, I realized what he believed. To him, it looked like I wasn’t alone.
No matter how much I tried to explain it was just the horse’s shadow, he refused to believe me. His mind was made up, and no amount of reasoning could change that. The image had played a cruel trick, warping reality just enough to break his trust in an instant. It wasn’t just the photo; it was the belief in us that shattered. From that point on, he questioned everything, and no explanation could repair the damage.
