Her eyes flicked past my shoulder to the empty driveway behind me.

“Which doctor gave that order?” I asked.

“Gary at Oak Street Pharmacy says no prescription went through his system.”

Victoria’s fingers dug harder into the fabric at her sides, pressing flat against her hips.

“We went to an urgent care clinic over the county line late Thursday,” Victoria whispered.

“The doctor handed us liquid samples straight from his cabinet so we wouldn’t have to wait at a pharmacy.”

“What was the clinic called?” I asked.