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

I put both hands on the counter.

“His name is Calvin.

He drives a dark SUV.

He was here with a woman carrying a paper cup.”

She looked at the computer screen.

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No.”

“Then I can ask a staff member to speak with you.”