"WHAT IS THE MATTER?" Caden says, walking into the kitchen.
A clean and tidy emptiness greets his hazel eyes as he looks all over the place. He had been awoken from his dreamy sleep by the frantic booming voice of his son, and just like every concerned father, he had come running.
He spies Ryan standing rigid by the side of the kitchen island.
"Ryan?" he calls across. "What is it?"
When the young man's doesn't reply, Caden quickly moves across the white tiled floors, striding towards his position. He stops beside his son and accesses him with his eyes. Ryan seemed to look okay. Nothing looked out of place.
When Ryan had called, his voice had sounded pained. What the hell was going on? he wonders.
His brown eyes fall to the floor and he spots a dark smear of spilled coffee on the ground. Broken shards of a mug dot the stained area. Caden lifts his eyes away and looks back up at his son.
"You broke a mug?"
