His Struggles

Days went by, and I got into the routine of visiting my son, Marco, at Samantha's place. He had only a few days left before she would be taking him to another country, separating him from me. Amidst my distress, I had been neglecting my duties at my coffee shop.

One day, while sitting in Samantha's living room, my phone rang. It was the manager of my coffee shop, sounding worried.

"Mr. Marcus, I have some troubling news," he said. "Sales have been dropping consistently over the past few weeks."

A chill ran down my spine. My coffee shop was my source of income, and its decline spelled trouble for me.

"How could this be happening?" I inquired, my thoughts racing.

"We've been analyzing the data, but there doesn't seem to be a clear reason," the manager responded.

"Foot traffic is down, and our online presence has also suffered."

I let out a deep sigh. "I'll be there as soon as I can," I responded.

After ending the call, I turned to Samantha. "I need to go," I informed her. "My coffee sho