*** The Last Straw***

Morning light filtered through the kitchen windows. The smell of pancakes and bacon filled the air.

Daniel stood at the stove. Flipping. Stirring. Cooking. Trying.

Plates lined the counter. Perfectly arranged. Perfectly prepared. Perfect.

Saturday morning. No school. No excuses. The whole family home.

But the kitchen stayed empty. Silent. Cold.

He checked the time. 9:15 AM. The kids should be up by now.

"Breakfast is ready!" His ...