Seven Years After My Daughter’s Funeral, I Followed Her Husband to a Rehabilitation Center—And Saw a Woman I Thought Was Dead
“Is she here?”
Dr.
Foster did not answer immediately.
“Please come with me.”
I followed her past the staff room and into a quieter section of the building.
A notice on the wall announced that family visits were welcome between four and seven in the evening.
I stopped beside it.
“Dr.