An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

“Get up,” Tyler called down from the top landing. He was looking over the banister, his hands flat on the wood. “Do not start with the drama, Olivia. You just tripped.”

“I can’t,” I gasped.

I tried to pull my legs toward my chest, to curl into a ball against the pain, but my lower body felt entirely disconnected from my mind. My legs lay straight continue reading …