Chapter 312

Once suspicion crept in, Claire couldn’t ignore it. Outside the pharmacy. She got out of the car and walked straight to the counter. “I need a box of—” “Claire, are you feeling sick?” A voice popped up behind her. Claire nearly jumped out of her skin but forced herself to stay calm, frozen in place like someone hit pause on her. “What kind of medicine do you want?” the woman at the counter asked. Claire pulled herself together and answered casually, “Cold medicine.” “What kind of cold? Fever, sore throat, headache, stuffy nose...” The woman rattled off symptoms like a checklist — even more detailed than Dylan's usual line of questioning. To Claire, her voice just turned into an annoying hum in the background. Leaning on the counter, she rubbed her forehead and muttered, “Probably all of them.” Just like that, the woman handed her six boxes of meds, most of which were some kind of herbal cure requiring five or six chunky pills per dose. Then, of course, she also pushed three bottles of