An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

The glass pitcher of lemonade had a small hairline crack near the base that only showed when the yellow liquid turned the glass dark. I carried it out to the redwood deck, keeping my thumbs clear of the rough seam. The air smelled of damp pine wood and the cold, mineral scent of Silver Lake.

My father, Robert, adjusted his silver watch strap and stared continue reading …