Seven Years After My Daughter’s Funeral, I Followed Her Husband to a Rehabilitation Center—And Saw a Woman I Thought Was Dead

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Foster nodded.

“Yes.”

The woman took one careful step forward.

I looked at her hands, her face, and the familiar shape of her eyes.

For seven years, I had believed those eyes were no longer looking at anyone.

Now they were looking directly at me.

“Melissa,” I whispered.