In a quiet suburban neighborhood, mornings at the Thompson household followed a familiar rhythm. Daniel woke to the smell of fresh coffee drifting from the kitchen, the soft hum of the baby monitor faint in the background. Sarah was always up before him, quietly moving through the house, preparing breakfast and packing his lunch. Without fail, by the time Daniel stumbled into the kitchen, she’d greet him with a tired but loving smile, her hands already busy scrambling eggs or wiping down the counter.
Emma, their 2-year-old daughter, giggled in her high chair, a spoon clutched in her tiny hand as Sarah fed her bits of fruit. Daniel kissed Sarah on the cheek, grabbed his briefcase, and slipped out the door. At work, he threw himself into meetings and reports, knowing that when the day ended, he’d come home to the….Read Full Story Here……………….
