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

“We need to establish that from the underlying records.”

I stared.

For seven years, I’d believed the identification had been completed.

Now the archive couldn’t immediately produce a key document supporting that belief.

Lena didn’t claim that proved the remains belonged to someone else.

She said it raised a serious question requiring further investigation.

I appreciated the distinction.

I didn’t want a second false certainty.