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

Ask again about transfer.

I stared.

My wife hadn’t been chasing a fantasy.

She had found discrepancies in the information we’d received.

Perhaps she didn’t know Melissa was alive.

Perhaps she never found evidence strong enough to establish that.

But she knew the file wasn’t complete.

I touched the handwriting.