Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

reaching for my purse on the counter.

David checked his wristwatch, his fingers twisting the metal bezel twice. “We have to move fast if we want to catch the morning doctors.”

“I am ready,” I said.

We left the kitchen exactly as it was, the envelope from Regina sitting open on the yellow pad.

The drive to the hospital was thirty miles continue reading …