Seven Years After My Daughter’s Funeral, I Followed Her Husband to a Rehabilitation Center—And Saw a Woman I Thought Was Dead
I remained beside the sedan.
His SUV was still running.
A small white envelope lay on the passenger seat, with the words FAMILY VISIT written across the front in black marker.
I looked at those two words for longer than I should have.
A family visit.
Calvin had not mentioned any family visit to me.
He came back outside about ten minutes later.
He was carrying the folder under one arm, and he had his car keys in his other hand.
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