An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

right?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” Wendy said, nodding to her partner, a tall man who stood ready with the blue straps. “Let’s slide her on three.”

The metal frame of the stretcher clicked into place with a sharp, cold sound that vibrated straight through my tailbone, making my teeth click together.

Aunt Caroline stood by the rear bumper of the ambulance,continue reading …