Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

the door. “Regina will coordinate your follow-up appointment next week.”

He gave my shoulder a brief, reassuring pat and turned to leave, his shoes squeaking on the linoleum.

David waited until the doctor’s footsteps faded down the corridor before he spoke. “Four days of bed rest means I am staying at the house, Mom.”

“I can manage the stairs slowly,” continue reading …