I haven’t seen Alex since the day Dad goes missing. The silence around the house feels heavy, almost suffocating. I can’t figure out if he’s hiding or just trying to keep a low profile, but he’s completely absent, and I have no clue why. I step outside, my heart racing with a mix of hope and anxiety, hoping to find him nearby, but he isn’t around. I walk around the front of the house, scanning the area for any sign of him, but it’s like he has just vanished into thin air, leaving nothing but echoes of our past conversations.
I decide to ask the security guards if they see Alex, but they tell me he just left. He takes all his belongings with him, which raises so many questions in my mind. If he hasn’t done anything wrong, why wouldn’t he stick around to explain things to me or at least to
