An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

pulled out of the parking lot. “In my old blue diary.”

“Where is it?” Caroline asked.

“In my closet at home, under the winter coats,” I said.

“We’ll get it,” Caroline said, her voice flat and determined.

By seven that evening, the lake house living room was filled with the long, dark shadows of the pines outside. Susan was sitting on the edge of the armchair,continue reading …