An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

a page, his eyes moving over my neat, childish handwriting. He looked at the entry from August of my twelfth year, where I had written about the red bicycle with the rusted chain.

“This matches the old insurance claims we pulled from the county archive,” Susan said, her head tilted as she watched the deputy’s face. “Eighty-two thousand dollars, paid continue reading …