Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

had been sent to the pharmacy with a stamped approval.

I sat back in my chair, looking at the silent telephone on the counter.

She touched the digital signature on the receipt, her doubts hardening into a chill.

By nine the next morning, the tightness in my left calf had hardened into a dull, constant ache that made it impossible to put my heel to the continue reading …