Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

down past the chemical descriptions, my eyes searching for the manufacturer’s name that I had copied onto my yellow legal pad. It matched the label on my blue bottle exactly.

“They knew,” I whispered to the empty room.

The door screen squeaked open as David came back inside carrying my small canvas bag, setting it on the kitchen chair.

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