Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

looked at the framed diplomas on Ben’s wall, the black ink slightly faded after forty years of Indiana sun. “And if the machine shows I’m failing, Ben? What then?”

“Then we face it together,” Ben said softly, his voice steady. “But I have a feeling there is more to your dizzy spell than a cup of coffee. We need the numbers first.”

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