Everyone involved had a different piece of the picture.

A label bore my name and birth date, but the pharmacy had a signature on its pickup record.

The clerk who released the medication remembered the customer only vaguely.

The customer had presented a pickup authorization saying she was a member of my household.

The signature wasn’t mine.

Colleen phoned me when she heard that detail.

“Please don’t jump ahead of the evidence,” she said.

“We need to know whose signature it is.”