An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

of the refrigerator door.

“We wouldn’t want you taking another tumble,” he said, leaning closer until the spatula tip was an inch from my bare arm. “The family budget can only take so many of your little accidents.”

I flinched back, my elbow hitting the spice rack on the counter with a loud rattle of glass jars that seemed to fill the continue reading …