~Lexy's P.O.V~
Dad travels the world and always brings us gifts from a different country each time he comes home. Even though he's only here for a small amount of time every few months, we are always ecstatic when he comes home. Mother doesn't see the need to tell us exactly what he does when he is away. Instead, she changes the subject or shows us the new postcard he sent from Italy or New York to distract us or bide some time before we ask her what he does when he's away, working. We occasionally go on family trips with Dad, but even then, he does his own thing for work. I remember rummaging through Dad's laundry once to look for the keys he might've left in his pocket and coming across a shirt with tiny particles of blood on it. It could just be me imagining it, or he could have had a
