Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

quiet room as he leaned against the bedside table.

The left side of Gail’s mouth was still slightly low, but her eyes were bright and focused as she looked at the yellow legal pad resting on my lap.

“You kept the dates,” Gail said, her voice slow, each syllable separate and deliberate.

“Every single one,” I said, my index finger tapping against my collarbone continue reading …