Seven Years After My Daughter’s Funeral, I Followed Her Husband to a Rehabilitation Center—And Saw a Woman I Thought Was Dead
Melissa smiled.
Then noticed the gray folder in my hand.
“Is that the record?”
“Yes.”
She looked toward Dr.
Foster, who was standing near the doorway.
Then back at me.
“Can I see it?”
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