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

“Dad?”

I nodded.

“Yes.”

She did not reach for me.

I did not reach for her.

I wanted to embrace her so badly that keeping my hands still took every bit of restraint I had.

“I need more time,” Melissa said.

“You can have it.”