An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

twelve,” Caroline said, her phone held tightly in her left hand as she waited. “That was the summer of the red bicycle.”

I turned the pages back, the paper dry and clean against my fingertips, until I found July. The blue ink had faded to a dull slate gray, but the entry was clear enough to read without squinting.

“July fourteenth,” continue reading …