C43 Chapter 43: Back at the Diner

Caleb’s P.O.V

The diner was quiet that evening, the usual hum of conversation replaced by the soft clatter of dishes and the low murmur of a radio playing some old tune in the background. I stepped inside, my hands shoved into my jacket pockets, and scanned the nearly empty booths. The familiar scent of coffee and freshly grilled burgers filled the air