An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

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The teller looked at my wheelchair, then at Susan, before tapping her screen. She hesitated, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.

“Just a moment,” the teller said, her voice dropping.

She walked back to a door marked private. A minute later, a man in a grey suit came out, holding a manila folder. It was Mr. Davies, a man who had continue reading …