Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

had left on my kitchen table with the muffins.

“This document was stamped by your office two weeks before you authorized my refill,” I said.

I slid the paper across the long table until it rested in front of Regina.

The red ink of the clinic’s date stamp was faint, but the September seventeenth date was clear.

Regina reached for the paper, her hand stopping continue reading …