An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

“See how much typing you do then.”

I stepped back until my heel caught on the edge of the wooden planking.

“You wouldn’t do that,” I said.

“Try me,” Tyler said, his finger tapping against his college ring once more.

I turned and walked back toward the gravel path, my back stiffening with every step.

In the driveway, my father was standing near the trunk continue reading …