An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

the cubicle.

“How?” I asked.

“We wait until the morning,” Caroline said.

They moved me to a quiet room on the second floor just after one o’clock in the morning.

The window looked out over the dark outline of the pines, with the distant peaks of the mountains barely visible against the stars.

Caroline sat in the armchair by the radiator, her coat still continue reading …