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I didn’t know you actually were planning on finding him.” Heather raises her eyebrows and gives me a quizzical look.
    I draw a deep breath and rest my arms on the table. “I can’t help but wonder what could have been between us. I’m thinking I might reconnect or find him or track him down or whatever you want to call it. I need to know.”
    “Huh,” Heather murmurs. She watches me for a long moment, and the silence becomes deafening as we both contemplate what was said.
    I open the dishwasher and place my bowl and chopsticks inside. Then I follow Heather into her bedroom and sit on her bed. She takes off her earrings and places them neatly in her jewelry box.
    “I’m going to search Facebook,” I admit as I pick up one of her pillows and hug it against my chest. “I have to find him, Heather. Do you think I’m an idiot? Josh said I was.”
    Heather unbuttons her blouse and tosses it on a chair in the corner. “Well,” she begins. “I think you are a smart girl and you know what you’re doing. I should support you, not shoot you down. Drew was a cool guy. Maybe you two could get back together.”
    “But what if he’s married?” I echo Josh’s words from the theater.
    “And what if he’s not? You can’t live your life with ‘what ifs’.”
    Suddenly I feel giddy, like on New Year’s Eve after having too much cheap champagne. “I’ll get my laptop!” I race to my room, grab my laptop from my desk and sprint back.
    Heather is waiting for me, now wearing her robe and sitting cross-legged on the bed.
    I open my Facebook account and type Drew Adams into the search box.
    After a few seconds a list of about a hundred people appears. The two of us squint at the tiny pictures. Some are female and we can cross those off immediately. Others take a bit more time.
    “That looks like him, right?” Heather points to the third one down. The photo is of a guy with dark hair standing on a beach with ocean stretching behind him for miles. And he’s wearing a Speedo.
    “It’s hard to tell. He looks sort of Asian.” I squint at the picture. “Any way to make it bigger?”
    “I don’t think so.”
    “He’s not here,” I sigh after we finally have scrolled through the entire list. We try MySpace, Twitter and LinkedIn, all to no avail. My eyes burn from staring at the computer screen and my frustration is mounting.
    “Who doesn’t use Facebook?” I moan and flop back onto the bed. Heather sprawls out beside me and stretches her arms above her head. She drums her headboard with her fingers.
    “Do you have his email address or anything from when you were together?”
    “No, his email was the university-issued one and I can’t remember his cell number. It was too long ago.” Curse my non-photographic memory.
    There is a long silence. I don’t know what Heather is thinking and I am afraid to mention Plan B. It’s one thing to look at the guy on Facebook (well, if he had Facebook, that is), but it’s something else entirely to drive to his childhood home.
    “What are you thinking?”
    I hesitate and then decide that full disclosure is the best option here. “I remember where his parents live, on that acreage near Edmonton. I could go see them.” My voice shakes with nerves.
    “Creeper! You’re serious?”
    My voice takes on a defensive edge. “I can’t think of any other way to find him, can you? Besides, it’s not like he’s a celebrity and I fell in love with his picture in a magazine. I know him! We dated for a long time! We were friends! It’ll be like Glee when all the kids who graduated come back and see each other again.”
    Heather seems to digest those words for a minute and then smiles. “Well, I’m coming with you. Drew was my friend, too.” She nods her head and adds, “Road trip! Maybe we can get some shopping in at West Ed as well.”
    I knew she would come through for me.
    “When do you want to go?”
    I roll over onto my side and heave a drawn out sigh. “I have a job