Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

I stood by the edge of the soil, my left calf aching with a dull, persistent tightness that reminded me of the damage already done. I tapped my index finger against my collarbone, watching a dry maple leaf drift down to land in the center of an empty ceramic planter.

Usually, the sound of my footsteps would have brought Gail to her continue reading …