Chapter 5

Noah got back in his car, but he didn’t start the engine. Instead, he dropped the chair back and watched the sky through the window, covering himself with his jacket to ward off the chill. It wasn’t nearly as comfortable as a bed, but he didn’t relish the thought of returning home. He was content to lay there, letting his mind drift from one subject to the next, from one memory to another.

Somehow, it always came back to Luke. 2

The diner was packed. There was a single seat available at the bar, and he had to fight his way through parties waiting to pay their bills and waiting to be seated to claim it. There seemed to be a wide variety of people, and most surprising of all, he didn’t recognize a good number of them. Where were they coming from? Did the diner hold a regional attraction? Were people willing to travel some distance to eat there?