I scrolled down the grid, checking the background of every picture.

The screen blurred a little as I moved through rows of strangers.

I clicked through to the second page of results.

A thumbnail in the third row caught my eye.

I clicked the photo to open it.

Kendra sat in a green velvet lounge chair in the hotel lobby.

She was wearing the black dress I’d bought her for our fifth anniversary.

She held a crystal cocktail glass in her right hand.