Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

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I smoothed the velcro strap, feeling the tiny plastic hooks catch against the fabric with a soft, dry hiss.

Everything depended on what that screen would read in twelve hours. I lay back on the pillows, leaving my hand resting on the grey nylon cuff of the monitor.

The morning sun had barely cleared the oak tree in the backyard when the smell of continue reading …