Seven Years After My Daughter’s Funeral, I Followed Her Husband to a Rehabilitation Center—And Saw a Woman I Thought Was Dead
Foster stepped into the room.
“Melissa, your father is here.”
The woman stood.
She did not move toward me at once.
Instead, she looked at Dr.
Foster, then back at my face.
Her right hand rose to the edge of her cardigan.
“Is that him?” she asked.