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

Reference numbers.

I remembered arguing with Dorothy about it.

She kept requesting information.

One record wasn’t enough.

Then another wasn’t enough.

Every time she found a discrepancy, she wanted someone to explain it.

I thought she couldn’t accept Melissa’s death.

We both grieved differently.