An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

I touched the cold metal of the handlebars, remembering the day the front wheel had locked up on the gravel path when I was twelve.

The metal was hot to the touch, heated by the single ray of sunlight cutting through the cracked windowpane.

“What are you doing in here, Olivia?”

My mother stood in the wide doorway, her silhouette dark against the bright continue reading …