James Marshall stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie. Today was his day off—a rare chance to relax and enjoy a meal out. He smoothed down his crisp white shirt, a stark contrast against his dark skin. At 42, James wore his years of experience as a Detroit police officer like a well-fitted suit, with pride and dignity.
He stepped out of his modest apartment, the spring air carrying a hint of promise. The sun peaked through the gaps between buildings, casting long shadows on the bustling streets of Detroit. James walked with purpose, his broad shoulders back and his head held high.
The bell above the door chimed as James entered Hank’s Diner, a local spot he’d been meaning to try. The aroma of coffee and bacon filled the air, mingling with the….Read Full Story Here………………..
