Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

fob, the horn giving a short, mocking chirp that made me wince.

The drive back to my house on Elm Street was completely silent, the heater blowing dry, dusty air against our faces as we turned past the park.

When she pulled into my driveway, she kept the engine running, her hands resting on the steering wheel while her watch let out another high-pitched continue reading …