Shopping was cruel. A vintage jacket listed as “Alycia Starr style.” A pair of boots “similar to those worn by musician Alycia Starr.” Jenna stared at a listing for a silver ring—the same one Alycia had lost in a lake when they were twenty-two. The seller had no idea. They just wanted $18.99 plus shipping.
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Jenna’s chest tightened. Not because there were none—but because there were thousands . A face that wasn’t hers smiled back from thumbnail after thumbnail. Same sharp jawline. Same gap between her front teeth. But the eyes were wrong. Alycia’s eyes had always looked like they were about to laugh at something you didn’t understand. Shopping was cruel
She moved to News . Nothing recent. A profile of Alycia’s band from a college radio station. A brief mention in a missing persons database— last seen March 14, 2019 . Jenna had filed that report. She knew the date better than her own birthday. They just wanted $18
The cursor blinked on the dark screen, patient and indifferent.
Maps showed nothing. No recent location. No check-ins. Just an old pin at an apartment they’d shared on North Sycamore. The street view showed a different couch on the porch now.