Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

a phone number with a local exchange.

I stood in the driveway, looking from the card in my hand to the quiet street.

The houses opposite mine were dark, their windows reflecting the grey Indiana sky.

I walked back inside, the cold air sticking to my collar.

The living room was silent, the only light coming from the single lamp beside the sofa.

Clara was continue reading …