Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

“Chloe,” I said, sitting beside her and placing my hand on her sleeve.

“They said it was a cerebral blockage,” Chloe said, her voice dry and thin. “She woke up around midnight and could not find her slippers because she could not feel her right side.”

“Is she awake?” I asked.

Chloe shook her head, her fingers twisting a wet paper napkin continue reading …