Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

at my face. “You look a bit pale, Arthur. Are you sure you are sleeping?”

“I am fine,” I said.

My head gave a sharp, vicious throb when I blinked, and the diner lights seemed overly bright.

I left the eggs untouched, laid a five-dollar bill on the counter, and walked back home.

I had not drunk a single drop of the decaf.

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