An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

down to my motionless legs. He adjusted his silver watch strap, his thumb sliding under the metal band twice.

“Get up, Olivia, you are ruining the entire evening,” Robert said, his deep voice filling the narrow stairwell.

“I cannot move my legs, Dad,” I said, my voice cracking as the cold numbness began to creep up my hips.

“Do not start continue reading …