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

“Was there anyone else with them?”

“Only Calvin.”

She studied my face.

“Did he say anything to you?”

“He didn’t see me.”

For the first time, Dr.

Foster seemed uncertain about what to say.

She opened the staff-room door and placed her clipboard on a small table inside.