They were yelling about this bike rack my dad bought without telling anyone and how it is useless and takes up space, and then they started yelling about the shed and how it has no room, and so my mom took my dad out to show him how little room it had, and I took the opportunity to go to the kitchen and get some food.
And Reagan is in there doing her school work, and she looks at me with this kind of bewildered look on her face, and says, "I think mommy and daddy are cleaning out the shed."
And my heart just breaks, because I realized that Reagan is not used to the fact that mom really DOES actually hate her dad. And that they yell because they cannot get along. And she doesn't know what to do, and she does not derive any sick pleasure from it, it just scares her.
I don't know how to help her.