When Lily woke up the next morning, she felt a sense of unease in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. She got dressed quickly and went to the kitchen, where she found her father making breakfast.
"Morning, Dad," she said, taking a seat at the table.
"Morning, Lily. Sleep well?"
"Not really. I feel like something's off."
Her father frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know. It's just a feeling. Like something bad is going to happen."
Her father sighed. "Lily, you can't let your anxiety get the best of you. Sometimes our minds play tricks on us. Everything is fine."
"I hope you're right," Lily said, but she didn't feel reassured.
As she was finishing her breakfast, the phone rang. Her father answered it, and Lily could hear him speaking i
