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

“Long enough to understand that he takes his responsibilities seriously.”

“That doesn’t tell me much.”

She stopped beside a closed staff-room door.

“No, I suppose it doesn’t.”

She turned the clipboard around and tucked it under her arm.

“May I ask why you came here today?”

“I saw him outside with a woman.

He showed her some papers, brought her inside, and left without speaking to me.”