An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

from the neighbor’s motorboat and wet weeds.

“You’re standing in my light,” Tyler said without turning around.

“I wanted to ask you about the day I broke my arm on the gravel,” I said, keeping my hands tucked into the pockets of my cardigan.

He stopped tapping his ring, his hand freezing against the metal.

“That was ten years ago, Olivia,” he said, his continue reading …