Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

bottle. He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes darting toward the small office in the back of the pharmacy before he looked back at me.

“I cannot fill these for you, Miriam,” he said, his voice dropping to a quiet murmur that barely carried over the low hum of the drink cooler.

I leaned closer to the counter, my finger finding its continue reading …