An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

said, remembering the flat, calm voice of the woman in the back of the ambulance.

“She kept her notes,” Caroline said. “And the hospital kept the scans.”

I leaned back against the cushion, feeling the wicker give slightly under my shoulders. For the first time in ten years, my spine did not feel like a dry branch ready to snap.

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