Seven Years After My Daughter’s Funeral, I Followed Her Husband to a Rehabilitation Center—And Saw a Woman I Thought Was Dead
Then a place.
St. Anne Rehabilitation.
I stared.
Dorothy had written the note before she died.
Ava pointed toward it.
“Grandma said she’d spoken to somebody there.”
I looked up.
“Did she tell you why?”
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