Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

pieces, his hand gripping the brim of his cap.

Clara followed me out, her boots clicking against the linoleum, a sound that seemed to echo off the wood-paneled walls all the way to the door.

We did not speak as we crossed the gravel lot toward her SUV, the cold October wind pulling the dry oak leaves across the dirt.

She unlocked the doors with her key continue reading …