An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

my sedan opened, and my mother stepped out onto the gravel.

Jennifer, my mother, was wearing her beige linen skirt, which she smoothed over her thighs as she walked toward the porch. She did not look at the windows. She kept her eyes on the ground, her steps hurried and uneven on the stones.

Caroline opened the front screen door before my mother could continue reading …