My dad's missing

When I walked into the living room, I saw my dad wasn't there. Sure, his laptop and book were there, but he wasn't. I frowned. I thought for sure he was there, and I hadn't heard the front door open or close. Maybe he had to work early, but why did he leave his laptop?

I checked outside and my concerns grew. His car was still there. Maybe he was in the bathroom. Yeah, that had to be it.

"Mom? Have you seen dad?"

"He's probably in the bathroom. I'm making breakfast," she replied.

There was something strange about her voice, but I couldn't put a finger on it. It was her voice, but it sounded different. I probably didn't have enough sleep from the night before.

"Breakfast's ready," Mom called.

I went to the kitchen and stopped short. Something was definitely odd.