Seven Years After My Daughter’s Funeral, I Followed Her Husband to a Rehabilitation Center—And Saw a Woman I Thought Was Dead
“That part of the family hasn’t changed.”
Melissa looked toward him.
“You still fold them.”
He glanced down.
His fingers were already working the corner of a small paper slip.
“I guess I do.”
She smiled.
Then pushed the notebook closer to Ava.
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