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

I looked at Lena.

“What happens to Nora’s family?”

“The responsible authorities will handle the corrected identification and appropriate notifications.”

I nodded.

I wasn’t going to assume how they would feel or what they already knew.

They deserved accurate information too.

The correction required more than one photograph or a remembered bakery joke.

The archival trail had been examined.