An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

the door pushed open again, wider this time.

Tyler stood in the doorway, wearing his college track jacket with the gold lettering on the sleeve.

He did not come all the way into the room, staying near the metal footboard of my bed.

“Hey, Liv,” he said, speaking much louder than the quiet room required.

“Hi, Tyler,” I said.

He tapped his continue reading …