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

But I still didn’t understand how she could have survived.

Or why her husband had kept her hidden from me.

PART 2 — THE FUNERAL WE SHOULD NEVER HAVE HELD

On the drive home, I passed the cemetery.

I didn’t turn in.

I couldn’t.

For seven years, the cemetery had represented certainty.

Melissa was gone.

Her remains had been identified.

We had held a service.