Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

her eyes dropping to the small black spiral notebook resting on the end table next to my armchair. Before I could reach for it, she picked it up, flipping through the pages where I had written down every single date, time, and cup of coffee I had taken at the diner.

“You lied to me,” she said, her voice dropping as she held the notebook open. “Every continue reading …