An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

in around the table.

I stared at my plate, wishing I could disappear into the wall.

The morning sun came through the high hallway window at nine o’clock, throwing long, pale yellow squares across the floorboards.

I stood three feet from the bathroom door, a clean white towel folded over my left arm.

The small wooden table by the linen continue reading …