Chapter 4
The twenty-four-hour diner was a welcome sight through the fog of the still too-early morning. All bright lights and the promise of normality in one old-fashioned structure despite the lack of customers.
They had driven for over an hour. Radio off and neither of them willing to break the silence. The only sounds as the miles passed were the swish of the tires over wet pavement, the patter of rain on the roof, and the scrape of the wipers as they flicked back and forth.
Ed opened his mouth a couple of times, wanting to say…something. But each time he glanced at Joe’s set features, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, and each time he stopped himself.
Joe pulled into the diner’s lot without using his turn signal and backed into the spot closest to the door. Ed didn’t sa
