Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

click as it settled against the wood.

The blue ceramic mug hanging securely on its hook on the kitchen wall.

I took it down the next morning before the sun had even cleared the maple trees at the edge of the driveway.

The keys felt heavy and cold in my pocket as I walked out to the sedan, the gravel crunching under my work shoes with continue reading …