The Night My Father Locked the Door — And the Truth Tiffany Hid
At the time, I’d assumed some doctor had mixed up two patient files.
Now I wondered why my father had been talking about it at all.
Ruiz asked if she could see the bottle.
I didn’t have it.
Dad had apparently taken it away from Tiffany after I left.
The deputy explained that investigators would seek the relevant pharmacy and medical records through appropriate legal procedures; the label itself would not prove who had obtained the medication or why.
“Someone put it in my backpack,” I said.