An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

then.”

The den was dark at four, the heavy green drapes keeping the afternoon sun from reaching the mahogany furniture.

My father sat behind his desk, adjusting his silver watch strap with a quick, nervous flick of his thumb before writing a line in his ledger.

“Dad,” I said, standing in the doorway. “Do you have a moment?”

He did not continue reading …