An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

Through the three-inch gap in the door frame, I could see the beige vinyl floor of the corridor.

My aunt Caroline stood near the water cooler, her phone gripped tightly in her right hand as she watched the nurses’ station.

My mother stepped into her path, her arms outstretched as if she were about to offer a hug.

“Caroline, thank goodness you are still continue reading …