An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

why they are going.”

“They cannot afford to stay here,” Caroline said.

“No,” Susan said. “The town is too small for a story like this.”

I picked up the poetry book, running my thumb over the gilded letters on the spine. The pages smelled like damp pine wood and old paper, the exact scent of the third-floor bedroom where I used to hide.

“We found the old continue reading …