An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

” she said, her voice speeding up as she spoke.

She leaned closer to my pillow, smelling of lavender soap and peppermint mints.

“They have private suites there, Olivia, with a view of the pine trees and real down comforters on the beds.”

I kept my hands flat on the white sheet, feeling the stiff hospital cotton beneath my palms.

“How continue reading …