An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

in the vinyl chair by the window, her arms folded across her chest as Caroline handed her the printed MRI scan.

Susan tilted her head, her sharp eyes scanning the image before she looked at me.

“Twelve years old,” Susan said slowly. “That was the summer of the red bicycle with the rusted chain.”

“The one Robert bought for her at the garage sale,” Caroline continue reading …