An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

his neck.

“Make me,” he said.

I turned to go back down the stairs, deciding the sweater was not worth the trouble.

“You do not get to just walk away when I am talking to you,” Tyler said.

Before my foot could find the top step, he lunged. His hand came down hard against my shoulder, a sudden, heavy thrust that threw my balance entirely continue reading …