Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

it happens.”

I looked down at the black squares on the chess board, my face hot, my chest tight with a dry, hollow ache.

“I’ll be in the car,” I said.

I slid out of the booth, my knee catching the edge of the table so the water glasses rattled in their metal holders.

Frank did not look up as I walked past him, his eyes glued to the wooden continue reading …