My dad stood in the doorway just staring at us, my eyes move to Marley though who looked like he wanted to punch the dude, last time he saw him he cried. Charlie moves to stand in front of me, while opening one of the kitchen draws where I knew he kept his gun. I quickly move forward closing the draw, I don't need him shooting down my dad when my son is only in the next room.

"What are you doing here?" I ask standing in front of Charlie, who I knew didn't like that so much as I was in the firing line.

"I got a phone call...