The sun was just starting to set when Meira and I arrived home. The moment we passed through the wards, I felt Dad was home, but was startled to find him in the kitchen. Not that he wasn't allowed upstairs. It was just such a rarity to see him there.
"Hey, Dad," I said, feeling my annoyance with him take a sharp notch upward. I could have used his help, if only for moral support but, as usual, he was either out or locked in the basement. I didn't mean to make him a target, but this was the first chance I had to confront him. "Where've you been?"
He heard it in my tone if not in the oh-so-casual words I chose. Hard to miss that much sarcasm.
"Watch the attitude, Syd," he snapped.
Um, hello? "Do you have any idea what's going on around here?" No way was he taking a Mom stance with me. "I could use your help, you know. Or do you even give a crap?"