Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

When I reached my kitchen at four o’clock, David was already sitting at the table, his car keys lying next to my yellow legal pad. He did not look up immediately when I entered, his thumb busy adjusting the metal strap of his wristwatch.

“Glenn refused to fill my prescriptions,” I said, setting my purse on the counter. “Dr. Aris discharged continue reading …