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

“What did she say?”

Ava smiled faintly.

“That Mom complained about free samples.”

I stared.

Melissa had said the same thing during our first meeting.

Ava continued.

“She told me you complained that people were ruining your profit margin.”

“I didn’t own the bakery.”