By sunset, half the beach was searching.
By midnight, the police were calling it a possible drowning. They combed those waters for four days. They never found her body, and the world eventually decided that meant she was gone.
I could have walked away. I was 29. No ring on my finger. No legal ties to those children.
They never found her body.
People expected me to grieve quietly for a few weeks and then get on with my life. Some of them even told me so.