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 him.

“You could have asked for the records.”

“I know.”

“So could I.”

Neither of us spoke.

Then I looked at the notebook.

My wife had found the name of a facility that later appeared in the surviving patient’s documented transfer history.

She might not have known Melissa was alive.