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.
“How long has this been going on?” he demanded.
“Wait, what? What are you talking about?” I was confused.
“The shadow,” he spat out. “The shadow on your back, don’t lie to me.”
It was only then that I realized what he had seen. 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.
In that moment, I understood what he thought. To him, it looked like I wasn’t alone. And no amount of explaining that it was just the horse’s shadow could convince him otherwise. The picture had played a cruel trick on him, and his trust was shattered.
