Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

crunched under Ben’s boots as he walked toward the porch. I remained in my chair at the head of the dining table, watching the steady beam of his flashlight sweep across the dark lawn.

Clara came out of the kitchen carrying a tray of chamomile tea. She had already set her leather bag on the sideboard, its heavy brass zipper glinting under the chandelier.continue reading …