Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

toast.

“That will be four dollars and fifty cents when you are ready,” she said.

The steam from the decaf rose up, but it lacked the rich, sharp bite of the real thing.

It smelled instead like wet cardboard.

I lifted the cup, but my hand felt strangely heavy, and a sudden wave of lethargy washed over me.

Evelyn leaned closer, her brow furrowing as she looked continue reading …