“She will be fine.” I finally broke my gaze away from my mom’s sleeping face in the rear view mirror to look at Calix. He was driving us down the dark highway back home. I was in the passenger seat, and my mom was still ‘sleeping’ in the back.
“She doesn’t look fine…” I mutter, crossing my arms and slumping down in my seat a little.
“Oh my little solishko, you are so grumpy all the time.” He laughs, and reaches over to ruffle my hair, something he knew good and well I hated.
“Will you get your filthy hands off of me?” I grumble, pushing him away as best I could. “And why are you calling me grumpy?”
“Because, we have finally gotten your mother back, and you are still making grumpy face.” He says, chuckling.
I huff and turn to face him in my seat. “Did that not feel weird to you?” I
