Part 1 – The Arrival
Highway diners always feel suspended in time, places where the smell of fried eggs lingers longer than the conversations do, where headlights pause as if thinking twice about rolling on, and where strangers’ paths intersect for moments that can shape entire mornings.
It was just past sunrise when Marcus Riley entered the diner, pushing the door open …
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