An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

I said, my voice small in the quiet study. “I wrote that my back felt like dry pine wood snapping when I tried to sit up in bed, and that Tyler had laughed because I couldn’t reach my shoes.”

Caroline wrote the date down on her pad, her pen scratching against the paper with a rhythmic, sharp sound. “And what did Jennifer tell the neighbors about that continue reading …