Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

is not in the directory yet,” the taller volunteer said, her glasses hanging from a silver chain. “They are still processing admissions from the night shift.”

“Gail Miller,” I repeated, keeping my voice steady. “She lives on Elm Street.”

David paced three steps toward the double doors of the emergency wing, then back to my side. He adjusted his watch continue reading …