Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

her lap.

“But they are there.”

“They are there,” I agreed.

“We have plenty of time.”

Gail reached one hand out from under the blanket and touched the wooden armrest of her chair.

Her skin was pale, but her fingers were steady.

“Sarah told me what you did,” Gail said softly.

“With the papers.”

“It had to be done, Gail,” I said.

“They knew about the warning in continue reading …