Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

against the dark glass of the kitchen window. I poured the hot water over the chamomile bags, the sweet, apple-like scent of the flowers rising into the air and cutting through the stale smell of the empty house.

I handed her the mug, her fingers brushing mine as she took it, and I noticed how cold her skin was despite the heat of the kitchen. She took continue reading …