Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

metal bed, his coat still zipped to his chin, his eyes darting to the hallway every time a food cart rumbled past.

Dr. Aris walked in, his white lab coat pristine, though his blue tie was slightly askew. He carried a thin cream-colored folder, which he set on the rolling tray table at the foot of my bed.

“Well, Miriam,” he said, offering a polished, continue reading …