Seven Years After My Daughter’s Funeral, I Followed Her Husband to a Rehabilitation Center—And Saw a Woman I Thought Was Dead
Dorothy stared at me.
Then lowered the paper.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
Finally, she closed the notebook.
I thought the matter was finished.
It wasn’t.
She continued writing.
Sometimes she asked questions when I wasn’t home.
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