Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

serving you.”

I set the mug down on the wooden table, the ceramic clinking against the pine. “What did you tell her?”

“I told her I run a diner, not a clinic,” Evelyn said. “But she had a look in her eye, Arthur. She’s keeping tabs.”

I finished the coffee quickly, the warmth in my chest turning to a cold knot.

I walked back home before Clara returned, continue reading …