Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

air was growing colder, carrying the faint smell of burning leaves from down the street.

I walked up the porch steps, my hand gripping the wooden railing tightly.

Inside the kitchen, the counter was clear. The coffee maker had been unplugged, its black cord wrapped neatly around the base.

The wall beside the sink looked bare.

I stood there for a long moment,continue reading …