An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

hands frantically smoothing the fabric of her cream-colored linen skirt over her knees. She did not knock; she opened the door and stepped into the living room, her eyes darting to my wheelchair.

“Olivia, you have to stop this,” she said, her voice high and fluttery as she walked toward me. “They are going to destroy your brother’s continue reading …