Seven Years After My Daughter’s Funeral, I Followed Her Husband to a Rehabilitation Center—And Saw a Woman I Thought Was Dead
She continued shopping.
Cooking.
Keeping appointments.
Helping Ava.
Living.
And asking questions when the records didn’t make sense.
Perhaps that was what I should have done.
I couldn’t change the past.
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