“Look around you, no one is stopping me.” — The day fear lost its grip on a broken town
“Get up and clean it yourself,” the man grumbled, and the restaurant became quieter than a church on a weekday. The Harbor Diner smelled of burnt coffee and old vinyl. The rain had kept the fishing boats stranded almost all week, and the town seemed emptier: less busy, less safe. Evelyn Haines sat alone by…
