I though back on what Dad had said. Both? Wait- Mom must think I'm going to go missing too!
No way. Mom's scared, I know that, but she's not stupid. She knows I can take care of myself. There's no way!
But I realized, there is a way. Maybe fear is tormenting her mind into hallucinations. But what could be adding to her already defined fear? Time for some detective work. I crept into her and my Dad's room closing the door behind me. I heard them arguing downstairs. Good. They'll have to focus on their argument. I checked her computed history, signing in as her. (username: AshlynnCrawford712 password: sharkattack). Pottery Barn, Directions To Old Navy, Weather Report... boring Mom stuff. Then I checked her phone (password: 1985). Nothing of interest. After doing the same thing with my Dad's devices, I checked all her books and behind the bookshelf. By the way, I must sound like a total creep since I know their passwords, but it's just that both of my parents don't keep their passwords very secret. While looking through the bookshelves, something fell out from between two books. A newspaper clipping. And what it read made me gasp with fear.
