DEXTER?!!!!!!"
They're gone?
I had only decided to visit them this morning since they wouldn't talk to me but the door was open.
At first, I thought they had gone for a distance, not until I realized their school bag, toys, a few clothes as well, and the cookies I made last night were missing.
Where could they be?
My heart is in utter disarray, my thoughts webbed like tangled threads. How… where could they have gone?
"Don't worry, we'll find them," Dexter tells me.
I panic searching the room when a white piece of paper catches my attention. It's a note.
"We're running far away," is scribbled on it with such angry strokes of crayon.
"Dexter!" I yell out his name, and instantly he runs inside with worry.
I hit him with the note in his chest, my feelings with both anger and resentme
