Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

a slow sip, her shoulders dropping another fraction of an inch as the warmth reached her.

“I was so sure I was doing the right thing,” she said, looking down into the yellow liquid. “Everyone at the clinic said that once they start to refuse help, you have to take the decision out of their hands.”

“I am not everyone, Clara,” I said. “And I am not ready continue reading …