Breakfast at Sunrise
“I can’t set foot in the place,” Milla said. “I don’t think I ever will again.”
I was only trying to make small talk when I had asked her about the Sunrise Cafe, the tawdry-looking diner across the street from where we sat sipping lattes at the Golden Spoon. I was waiting for the waitress to bring me a cheese danish. Milla was avoiding carbs today, so she hadn’t ordered anything but the coffee.
“Everything in my entire life since that moment has been colored by what happened there,” she told me. She shifted in her seat and stared into …more
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