Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

My knees went soft, pressing hard against the edge of the counter to keep from sliding down to the linoleum.

Clara was on her feet before the coffee spilled, her fingers locking around my wrist. She took the blue mug from my grip and set it hard on the counter.

“Maybe your body is trying to tell you that the old routine is finished, Dad,” she said.

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