Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

leather briefcase in his left hand.

He did not see us at first as he walked toward the visitor elevators.

“Dr. Aris,” I said, standing up from the green chair.

He stopped, his heel catching on the threshold of the elevator alcove. He turned slowly, his face tightening as he recognized me.

“Miriam,” he said, his voice carrying that polished warmth he used continue reading …