Rachel's Point of View
I'm standing in front of the stove, moving as quickly as possible, nervously pouring pancake mix onto the skillet. The last few days have been hard. My hair is a complete mess, and I look like a raccoon with the circles around my eyes.
I quickly glance over my shoulder.
Colton is sitting at the table, slumped in his booster seat, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. His eyes are red from crying.
I turn away from the stove and quickly bring the pancakes that are done over to the table.
"Okay, sweetheart. Look, pancakes! I made them just how you like them. See? With syrup and everything."
I say, smiling as brightly at him as possible. I set a plate with a pancake in front of him and kneel beside him, tilting my head.
"Can you eat just a few bites for me
