Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

front porch.

The house was cold when I let myself in through the kitchen door.

I stood in the center of the kitchen, looking at the empty spot on the counter where my drip machine used to sit before Clara took it away.

I walked to the pantry and opened the tall wooden door, the hinges creaking in the quiet house.

Behind the large ceramic continue reading …