Seven Years After My Daughter’s Funeral, I Followed Her Husband to a Rehabilitation Center—And Saw a Woman I Thought Was Dead

I wasn’t.

A rule was easy to agree to.

Following it would require a different kind of honesty.

At Havenwood that afternoon, Dr.

Foster met me in a small consultation room.

Melissa was working with a therapist.

I asked about her condition.

Not for a dramatic explanation.