An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

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Aunt Caroline sat at the small pine table, her fingers wrapped tightly around her phone as if she expected an urgent call from her lawyer. She did not look at the mugs or the coffee pot.

“I wanted to ask you about the old red bicycle, Mom,” I said, keeping my voice level. “The one with the rusted chain that we left in continue reading …