We looked at each other for a moment, as little as a couple of weeks ago our good morning always consisted of my kissing him on the cheek and dad telling me I was getting to old to do that but then following it up with he would never complain about it. Now however it seemed we were barely on speaking terms. I gave him a forced smile then started climbing the ladder to go up to the attic.

"Hey Megan?" Dad called.

I shook my head. Ever since our last argument I didn't even get "hon" anymore, it was first name basis. Hell dad had been nicer to Mark...