An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

sat in the vinyl chair by the window, folding her arms across her chest and tilting her head to the side.

“Your mother was down in the lobby talking to the billing coordinator,” Susan said.

“She wants me to go to a private clinic,” I said.

Susan took a slow sip of her water, her eyes staying on mine.

“They are trying to buy your silence, Olivia.”

“I know,continue reading …