Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

Clara had taken away on that first morning in September. She hadn’t broken it, and she hadn’t thrown it away; she had only hidden it where she thought I wouldn’t look.

I brought it out into the light, running my thumb over the small chip on the rim where I had bumped it against the faucet three years ago. It was dusty, and there was continue reading …