Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

from the hallway into the living room, trying to keep my stride even. David was sitting on the sofa, a clipboard with track times resting on his knees.

He stood up immediately, his eyes dropping to my ankles. He adjusted his wristwatch twice in rapid succession.

“You are favoring that left side, Mom,” he said, taking the laundry basket from my hands continue reading …