Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

toward her own house, her shoulders slightly hunched.

“Dr. Aris has taken care of this town since my girls were in grade school,” she said, her voice unusually quiet. “People are talking, Miriam.”

“The drug caused my clot,” I said. “And they knew about the danger.”

Gail reached for her tea but her hand stopped an inch from the handle, her fingers curling continue reading …