Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

was completely still except for the low hum of the refrigerator.

I folded the yellow folder closed, took my jacket from the peg by the door, and walked out to my car.

Dr. Ben lived three blocks away in a white clapboard house with a deep front porch and two large oak trees that were already dropping their brown leaves onto his lawn.

He answered the door continue reading …