An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

He tapped his college ring against the marble counter, a steady metal click that sounded like a fingernail on glass.

“Watch your step, Sis,” he said, blocking my exit with one broad shoulder. “The floor looks slick near the sink, and we know how you get.”

“I am just getting the dressing, Tyler,” I said, keeping my back straight against the cold edge continue reading …