Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

it from rattling against the glove box.

I picked it up, cradling the heavy clay in my palm, and stepped out into the sharp morning air.

The wooden stairs of the porch creaked under my weight as I walked toward the front entrance, where a small yellow light bulb glowed above the screen door.

Evelyn was already out there, wiping down the green metal tables continue reading …