Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

but Regina was standing near the trunk of her sedan in the gravel lot.

She was holding a cardboard box filled with desk organizers, a small desk plant, and a stack of personal folders.

I stopped the car near the drop-box and stepped out, the dry leaves rustling under my shoes.

Regina looked up, her face tight and pale in the late afternoon light.

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