Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

the afternoon shadows lengthened. When I entered the kitchen at half past five, Clara was already there, chopping carrots at the island. Her fitness watch buzzed, and she checked the screen before looking up at me.

“Where have you been, Dad?” she asked.

“Just out for a walk,” I said.

She set the knife down, the blade hitting the cutting board with a sharp continue reading …