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

We drove separately.

At the storage office, Lena presented the necessary county authorization.

A staff member checked the inventory and retrieved a banker box.

St. Anne.

Box 42.

Lena placed it on the table.

Inside were archived intake sheets and transfer records.

She worked carefully.