Seven Years After My Daughter’s Funeral, I Followed Her Husband to a Rehabilitation Center—And Saw a Woman I Thought Was Dead
When I couldn’t answer, I said so.
She continued.
Eventually, she reached the corrected identification.
Her own name appeared in the surviving patient’s history.
Nora’s name appeared in the deceased identification.
Melissa looked at the page.
Then closed the folder.
For a moment, I expected her to cry.