Seven Years After My Daughter’s Funeral, I Followed Her Husband to a Rehabilitation Center—And Saw a Woman I Thought Was Dead
“She said she didn’t think all the records matched.”
I felt cold.
For years, I’d believed Dorothy kept searching because grief had made certainty impossible.
Now I was looking at a specific lead.
A person’s name.
A facility.
An apparent contact.
I turned the page.