An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

Caroline reached for a carton of milk in the cooler, her phone still clutched tightly in her other hand.

“He never did like anyone looking at his ledgers,” Caroline said as we walked back to the car. “Especially not after the bank started asking questions about his personal loans.”

“I have all the dates written down,” I said, holding my seatbelt as we continue reading …