Night Shifts Black
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His name is Luke. But nobody here knows that. He was an iconic musician before he gave up music. But nobody knows that either.
They also donโt know heโs twenty-seven, that he used to have an infectious laugh, and heโs way too young to be widowed. They certainly donโt know the rest of his tragic story.
All they know is that he comes into their cafรฉ at the same time every morning and stares at the same empty chair at the same table. They know heโs strange. They know he interrupts their breakfast with a cold blast of air as he hovers in the doorway, mustering the courage to confront a piece of furniture.
No one asks why. No one cares.
Heโs fine with that. Heโs done with life. This isnโt even his story anymore.
Itโs mine. I'm Callie Roland, the young writer who sat in his chair one day.
Please note that this book addresses depression, anxiety, and suicide in a compassionate, realistic manner. For a full list of content notices please visit my website. Night Shifts Black can be read as a standalone, but the story continues in Tracing Holland.
