Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

shoulder. “Regina usually signs for them at the front desk while I wait.”

“I have the tracking number here,” I said, showing him the paper. “I just need a simple statement from you confirming that you delivered this specific packet to her on that day.”

Carl looked down the street, his eyes lingering on the empty wooden chairs on the porch of Gail’s house.continue reading …