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

Then asked:

“Does this mean everyone who handled the old file was dishonest?”

Lena shook her head.

“The record establishes the errors and the basis for the correction.

Questions of individual conduct require their own evidence.”

I nodded.

That distinction mattered.

I didn’t want to invent villains merely because our family had suffered.