The Quiet Audit
The Shepherds Cafe carried its usual Saturday hush, the kind that felt like a blanket laid gently over the room. A few tables held families lingering over pancakes and decaf, a couple of regulars leaned into quiet conversation, and the espresso machine punctuated the calm with occasional bursts of steam. Outside, winter light sat low and pale against the windows, making every cup look warmer than it probably was.