Five Years Later

~Freya~

Five Years Later…

The cheerful chime of the front door bell sliced through the low, comforting hum of Monday morning chatter. Hank, one of our oldest and most loyal regulars, shuffled inside, shaking the morning dew from his thick jacket.

"I'll have a cup of coffee, please!" he called out, tossing a wide, friendly wave toward the front counter.

"Coming right up, Hank," I called back. M