It leaves its evidence in the bin for anyone to find.

Chapter 9 — Not Dying Naturally

That night, after I had gotten Theodore to sleep, I sat in the dark and turned over what I had seen, and I did the one small piece of investigating that a caregiver with a phone and a good memory can do.

I had memorized the handwritten name from that unlabeled white box, and I looked into what it was.

I will not repeat here what I learned, for the same reason I would not describe the injection itself.