An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

blue leather diary upstairs, along with the other times I had to stay in bed.”

Susan stopped swinging, her white canvas shoes planting firmly on the porch floorboards.

“You kept a diary of your injuries?” she asked, her voice sharpening.

“I started it when I was twelve,” I said, looking down at my hands. “I wanted to see if I was actually as clumsy as continue reading …