Chapter 103: Mildred

The pill bottle was hollow. It fit in the palm of my hand and left me wondering how much damage something so small could cause. What were the pills for? The medication on the label read like kryptonese to me.

I turned the bottle slowly, re-reading the black printed letters, hoping I had mis-read who it was prescribed to. Luke stood quietly in front of me and waited for me to process the sad information. He wasn't usually patient, but this was an exception. He was standing like a model for a jeans campaign: muscular, shirtless and wearing nothing but his jeans with the button open that showed the black band of his boxers. Waiting for me to react.

"Austin, Texas maybe?" I asked, refusing to accept the words on the bottle.

Luke usually has a comeback for my comments, but this time he didn't have the heart to make fun of me. It was heart breaking enough to see his best friend's name on the pill bottle.

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