Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

a plastic tray of covered specimen cups, his eyes fixed on the floor.

We reached the elevators at the back of the lobby, where the light was dimmer and the walls were covered in beige vinyl.

“She has to be here,” I said, watching the floor numbers light up above the metal doors.

The elevator bell rang once, a clean, high note that made David turn his continue reading …