An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

clenched in my lap until my knuckles turned white. “It was nothing.”

Caroline did not look away, her fingers tightening on the edge of her phone until her knuckles matched mine.

“You never used to trip this much when you were little, Olivia,” Caroline said. “And yet every time I visit, you have a new bruise.”

“I am just clumsy,” I said,continue reading …