An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

I said, my voice barely louder than the hum of the refrigerator. “The hand grips were white plastic, and the basket on the front was bent on the left side where I hit the gate.”

“You always were too clumsy for your own good, Olivia,” Jennifer said, her voice picking up speed as she spoke. “You never could keep your balance on that gravel path.”

“I was continue reading …