An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

red bicycle in the back of the garage,” Susan said, her voice dropping. “The frame was bent. Robert had chained it to the water heater.”

“Did you leave it?” I asked.

“We left it for the junk haulers,” Susan said. “There was nothing left to save of it.”

By three in the afternoon, the heat had settled over the concrete porch. I sat on the top step with continue reading …