An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

instead, she turned to face me, her hands instantly flying to her skirt, smoothing the fabric over her thighs with rhythmic, sweeping strokes.

“We have far too much to do today to be gossiping about old scrapes, Olivia,” she said, her voice fluttering even faster now. “Your brother needs his clean polo shirts for the evening, and the guest towels haven’t continue reading …