An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

in the gray light of the evening.

A deputy was securing the steel handcuffs around his wrists, the metal clicking softly in the quiet air. Another officer stood by the open rear door of the patrol car, waiting patiently.

My father stood on the porch, his hand resting on his silver watch strap, adjusting it over and over. He did not continue reading …