It was an ordinary day when I sent my husband this picture, showing me with our neighbor’s horse. I didn’t think much of it.I’d been helping out at the stables for a while, and this massive black horse had become my favorite. His name was Thunder, and he was gentle despite his size.
But when my husband saw this picture, everything shifted. He zoomed in, scanned the image over and over again, and then his text came in—cold and unexpected.“I want a divorce.”At first, I thought it was a joke. But then, he called. The anger in his voice was palpable.
The shadow of Thunder’s head and neck had cast a long, dark figure on my back—one that looked disturbingly like the silhouette of a man standing behind me, hands around my waist.
No matter how much I tried to explain that it was simply the horse’s shadow, he refused to believe me. His mind was made up, and no amount of reasoning could change it.
