Chapter 11 - MY OWN PRESCRIPTIONMy credibility took a hit.
Two years earlier, after my father died, my primary-care doctor prescribed a small quantity of anti-anxiety medication from the same broad drug class detected in toxicology.
I had forgotten.
Or wanted to.
Rebecca found it in pharmacy records.
“Claire, you told me you’d never been prescribed anything like this.”
“I didn’t remember.”
“Could there still be tablets in the house?”
“No.”
“How sure?”
I stopped.
“Not completely.”
There.
The defense would love that.
We searched.
An old empty pharmacy bottle remained in a bathroom cabinet.
Expired.
No pills.
Different specific medication from the one toxicology identified.
Helpful.
But my initial statement had been wrong.
May you like
I corrected it formally.
Accuracy over pride.
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