An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

kept her hands flat on her black medical kit as the double doors of the vehicle swung open.

“Can you feel my hand on your left heel?” Wendy asked.

Her voice was completely flat, a professional shield that shut out the shouting from the porch.

“Yes,” I said, keeping my eyes fixed on the pine branches silhouetted against the dark Colorado sky.

“And the continue reading …