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

I stepped behind the sedan before he could see me.

He stopped near the driver’s door and checked his phone.

Then he looked toward the building.

For a second, I thought he might go back inside.

Instead, he got into the SUV, placed the folder on the passenger seat, and drove toward the parking lot exit.

He did not call me.

I watched his vehicle turn onto the main road.

There were two reasonable choices available to me.