October 1998, just outside of Elko, Nevada. Luna stops at a diner that shouldn't exist—the Miller's Diner her grandmother spoke of, closed since 1973. Inside, the coffee is fresh, the pie warm, and the only other customer is a woman in a blue dress who has been waiting thirty years for her husband to come back from the mine. Luna sits with her, listens, and learns what it means to wait for someone who is never coming home. The waitress knows too much. The clock on the wall has no hands. And when Luna finally leaves, the diner is dark, the windows boarded, and the gravel lot empty except for a single pair of footprints leading into the sagebrush. A quiet, aching ghost story about love, loss, and the places that refuse to let go.