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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.

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. Searching for- alycia starr in-All CategoriesMo...

Jenna clicked Images first. Alycia at a protest in Portland, 2017. Alycia behind a counter at a record store that closed four years ago. Alycia in a faded green sweatshirt, arm around someone whose face was blurred for privacy. Jenna zoomed in on the sweatshirt. She’d bought that for Alycia at a flea market. She remembered the vendor saying, “This’ll outlive you.” Shopping was cruel