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

“A completed comparison.

A record that follows the patient.

Something that explains why the dates don’t fit.”

I was tired.

Angry.

Afraid.

I said something I had regretted even before discovering the truth.

“You’re searching because you can’t accept she’s gone.”