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

They were sorting photographs.

One pile contained people she recognized confidently.

The other contained pictures she wanted to revisit without deciding what she remembered.

I liked that arrangement.

Not every image demanded an answer.

When Melissa saw me, she looked up.

“Give me a minute.”

I sat without speaking.