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

For a moment, I could see Melissa at the same age.

The same serious expression.

The same refusal to accept an answer simply because an adult wanted the conversation to end.

Ava put both palms flat on the table.

“Then I have a rule.”

I looked at her.

“What rule?”

“Adults talk to adults.”