A Friend In Linda
Linda, the waitress, instantly recognized me and brought over my usual order with a soft smile. “Everything okay, Daisy-Lynn?” she asked, her eyes scanning my face.
I just shrugged, not trusting my voice. Her concern was comforting, though it felt like another reminder of how things were falling apart.
Linda didn’t press me and I was grateful. Sipping my coffee, I stared out of the window, feeling like the tide was slowly pulling me under.