Seven Years After My Daughter’s Funeral, I Followed Her Husband to a Rehabilitation Center—And Saw a Woman I Thought Was Dead
Up close, the familiar details were almost unbearable.
The bend of her eyebrow.
The shape of her chin.
The way she concentrated when she was nervous.
“Do you know who I am?” I asked.
She studied me.
“I think I do.”
Dr.
