Lexi's POV
When I got home, Mum wasn't in the kitchen or the living room like she used to. Dad was nowhere to be found either. I made my way to her room to check if she was there and informed them of my arrival. Their bedroom door was slightly ajar and I could make out voices.
"I called her while she was in school and she assured me she was fine. I don't think she is," Mum said worriedly.
"She wouldn't be. Did you hear how she was crying last night? She must have dreamt of something frightening," Dad replied. I held onto my skirt tightly, gripping the soft material in my palms.
"She's always dreaming of something frightening but when we ask her, she never tells us anything. I feel like I have failed as a mother," she declared sadly.
"Don't say that. It's not true," dad responded.
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