The Diner Owner Stopped The Poor Girl Singing – Then He Heard The 1985 Lullaby
A blast of cool air swept through the diner.
Everyone instinctively looked toward the entrance.
A little girl stood quietly in the doorway.
She couldn’t have been older than ten.
Rainwater dripped from the sleeves of her oversized charcoal-gray hoodie.
Loose strands of damp brown hair clung to her cheeks.