There was no use in trying to explain to him what happened, that much was obvious.

When Dad got that look on his face, the closed down and angry look I'd grown accustomed to over the last eight years, he was an immobile wall of temper that put Mom to shame. No, way worse. Because at least Mom's temper let her listen even when she was mad.

Dad? He just attacked everything and didn't apologize later.

"What do you think you're doing?" He stormed toward me at the ...