Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

moving from Regina’s red face to my hands, which were clenched around my purse strap.

“Mom,” David said, his hand coming down gently on my shoulder. “Let’s go.”

“She has no right to demand our files,” Regina said to the room at large, her hand hovering over the telephone on her desk.

David adjusted his wristwatch with his thumb, his face tightening as continue reading …