Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

over. His study was warm, smelling of old leather and pipe tobacco. Ben sat behind his walnut desk, polishing his gold-rimmed reading glasses with a soft cloth.

“Ben, I need you to do me a favor,” I said, clearing my throat. “I want you to look at my records from the Oakhaven Wellness Clinic.”

Ben stopped polishing his glasses and looked at me, his eyes continue reading …