An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

Every date was a record of pain, and every entry ended with an apology to my mother for ruining her carpets.

I closed the cover. The sound of the thick paper settling against itself was dry and final.

“Do you want me to carry that to the basement?” Caroline asked, coming out through the screen door.

“No,” I said. “I want it in the box.”

I placed the diary continue reading …