She became a different person when she got married. Literally her name changed, and I couldn’t find her online the same way I used to.
I tried for so long to tell her I wasn’t wrong about what happened. But then I stopped, because maybe I was wrong. I was wrong. But the other day I was at Target and I remembered helping her shop for camp before it became the camp we both went to. It was the first Target in our area that had three stories, and we were amazed at how our carts rode up the escalator next to us. I remember her buying athletic shorts, cotton tops, pre-packaged underwear and long socks. I remember thinking she would be gone for summer and I would stay, and all the things in the cart would be with her.
In stories I rename her. Sometimes I don’t name her at all.