An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

her cream-colored linen skirt over her knees, over and over, until the fabric was completely flat.

“We have a flight back to Denver at three,” Robert said, his deep voice filling the small room. “Let’s not make this more difficult than it needs to be, Olivia.”

Caroline sat next to me, her hand resting firmly on the handle of her leather continue reading …