Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

a dry, scratching sound.

The headlights of Dr. Ben’s sedan turned into the driveway, sweeping a brief flash of yellow light across the dining room wall.

I did not get up to open the door. I sat in the quiet room, my eyes fixed on the neat columns of numbers written in Arthur’s black notebook on the dining table.

The gravel in the driveway continue reading …