Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

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The cup of coffee was hot and bitter, but I welcomed the sharp taste as I sat at the kitchen table, trying to organize the thoughts that had kept me awake.

My left leg was still stiff, a dull, stubborn ache remaining in my calf where the clot had been, but I chose to ignore the discomfort as I sat down. I wrote the first date at the top of continue reading …