The Final Straw
Robert’s body went rigid, his muscles tensing up. This was the breaking point. He had exercised immense patience and empathy, not just in this moment, but countless times before. However, he could no longer remain silent. Summoning all his courage, he spoke up, his voice calm yet firm. “Excuse me,” he began, making a conscious effort to appear non-threatening as he locked eyes with each person in the room. Despite his polite greeting to the woman, she, along with everyone else, turned against him in an instant.