Chapter 48: The Willful Blindness

Dante sat in the back corner booth of Joe’s Diner. The sun wasn’t up yet. Outside the grimy, rain-streaked window, the neon signs of Oakhaven’s Sector 4 flickered against the wet pavement.

The diner was mostly empty at five in the morning. The same middle-aged waitress from yesterday walked over and dropped a heavy ceramic mug of black coffee onto the sticky table, followed by a plate of steak and eggs.

"You’re making this a habit, hun," she noted, pulling a pen from behind her ear. "You look like you didn’t sleep at all."

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