Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

an automated system,” I said, though the thought felt thin even to me.

“The clinic has no automated Sunday service,” David said, adjusting his watch again. “Someone had to enter this manually. They did not even have the lights on.”

I took the receipt back, the paper feeling cold against my fingers.

By seven o’clock, the kitchen was quiet, the yellow light continue reading …