An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

phone into her pocket.

My father stood at the bottom of the stairs, his face dark with a silent, cold anger. He looked at me, then at Caroline, before turning his back on us.

“Come, Jennifer,” Robert said, his voice tight. “Let them make their scene. We will be in the study.”

He walked down the hall, my mother hurrying behind him, her linen skirt rustling continue reading …