An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

her fingers catching on the knitted shawl she had placed over my shoulders.

In the living room, the light was fading, casting long orange rectangles across the worn floral carpet. I sat by the cold fireplace, my hands resting on my knees. The house felt small, but it was quiet, free from the heavy footsteps that usually echoed through the lake house.continue reading …