“There was this old drug store on the corner where my mother always bought her migraine medicine. The building was cracked and aging, as was the clerk who owned the place. There was something about it that turned my stomach as a child. I’d walk in, clinging to my mother’s hand and a shiver crawled up my spine. I was too young to know what it meant. Coming back to this town now, twenty years later, and I know better... “