An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

desk. “But the clinic has to keep the archives for twenty years. Let’s go find the one he couldn’t erase.”

The drive to the clinic took twenty minutes, the old Volvo humming as we climbed the steep ridge above the water. Aunt Susan, my father’s sister, met us in the gravel parking lot, her arms folded tightly against the mountain breeze as she watched continue reading …