8
I’d tried getting Dad alone before breakfast, but he’d shunned me and headed downstairs.
I’d tried grabbing his attention during breakfast, but he’d looked anywhere but at me.
I’d even tried cornering him once we got to the building site, but he’d told me it would have to wait and practically run off toward Nate.
If I didn’t already suspect there was more to his recent outings than I first thought, I certainly did after that lot.
Despite the sun making a decent ascent of the sky, a biting breeze snaked around the yard, prickling any uncovered pieces of my flesh it hit. Thankfully, the window delivery had been scheduled for mid-morning. At least once those were in they’d block out the worst of the cold for when I started on plastering the insides. Dad and Nate had done nothing but gr
