While riding along a mountain trail, I was immersed in the beauty and peace of nature, relishing a lovely and calm afternoon. Keen to capture the moment, I quickly took a selfie with the horse, the vast landscape stretching out behind us, and without hesitation, sent it straight to my husband. It was just meant to be a simple photo of my day – just me, the horse, and the surroundings.
Later that evening, an unexpected message from him took me by surprise.
I tried to brush it off. After all, it could have been any saddle with any initials. But for him, those two letters – “A.M.,” – seemed like irrefutable proof that my past was closer than I had admitted.
At first, I dismissed it as a strange coincidence. Saddles could be old, reused, or have indistinct, insignificant markings. But that wasn’t how my husband saw it. He was disturbed and thought this was evidence of lingering ties to my past, not a random occurrence. Anxious to confirm his suspicion that the initials signified a connection that was uncomfortably close, he searched for someone who could analyze the photo.