Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

up the front steps with my head down.

By one o’clock, the silence in the empty house had grown too heavy to sit in, so I walked the four blocks to Dr. Ben’s office behind the county courthouse.

The lobby was empty except for the receptionist, who pointed me toward the back office without asking for my name.

Ben was sitting at his oak desk, his gold-rimmed continue reading …