Emma, Lily, time to get up!” I called softly, opening their bedroom door. Lily sat up, yawning, “Good morning, Daddy.” Emma mumbled, “I don’t want to get up.”We headed downstairs after getting dressed. In the kitchen, I was surprised to see three plates of pancakes with jam and fruit. “Girls, did you see this?” I asked. “Wow, pancakes! Did you make them, Daddy?” Lily exclaimed. I called my sister Sarah,
but she hadn’t stopped by. The next day, I woke up early to investigate and saw a woman in old postal worker clothes making breakfast. Startled, she tried to leave. “Wait, please, I won’t harm you,” I said. “You made those pancakes, right? Please, tell me why you’re doing this?”