An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

“They won’t.”

I looked down at the faded blue leather of my diary, the book that had held my pain when no one else would believe it.

I closed my blue diary with a firm snap, my mind made up.

The conference room on the second floor of the probate court smelled of old paper and lemon-scented floor wax. A heavy mahogany table stretched between us, its polished continue reading …