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

Even when everything else became difficult, I could still remember a Saturday morning.

I looked at Ava.

“Your grandmother kept this because she liked the day.”

Ava nodded.

“Then Mom should see it.”

At Havenwood, Dr.

Foster placed the photograph on the family-room table.

Melissa sat across from it.