Seven Years After My Daughter’s Funeral, I Followed Her Husband to a Rehabilitation Center—And Saw a Woman I Thought Was Dead
Dr.
Foster moved the tissue box closer.
Melissa didn’t take one.
She kept looking at the photograph.
After a while, she whispered:
“I remember her being there.”
That was enough.
For the rest of the visit, we didn’t discuss the crash.
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