An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

clumsy,” Caroline said.

“Exactly,” Susan said. “But the clinic records might show something else.”

A nurse walked past the curtain, her rubber-soled shoes squeaking against the linoleum, and the voices outside became too quiet to follow.

I lay perfectly still, my fingers curling into the thin cotton of the hospital gown.

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