Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

afternoon, the living room felt smaller than usual, the shadows lengthening across the carpet.

Clara was sitting on the sofa, her laptop open on her knees as she typed with rapid, rhythmic clicks.

I tried to find my reading glasses on the side table, but they were not next to the lamp where I always left them.

“Did you move my glasses, Clara?” I asked.continue reading …