An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

I said, flinching slightly as she reached toward my shoulder to help me up. “I just want to sit here for a minute.”

Caroline stopped, her hand hovering in the air, before she slowly let it fall back to her side.

“Alright,” Caroline said. “But we are going to talk about this later.”

At eight o’clock, we sat around the long oak dining table under the dim continue reading …