An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

for attention,” Tyler said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk.

I looked at my plate, the chicken cooling in the center of the white porcelain.

My back felt like it was locked in a vise, the pain radiating down my thighs, but I kept my arms pressed against my sides so they would not see me shake.

The room seemed to shrink, the dark wood walls closing continue reading …