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

I thought of Dorothy’s notebook.

“Yes.”

“Don’t give me only the pages that support your conclusion.

We need the entire chronology.”

I nodded.

She continued.

“If we’re going to correct a death identification, we have to establish who survived and who died.

A familiar face or remembered nickname isn’t enough.”