The Urchin

"Where are we going to?"

Drake asked Liping for the hundredth time but the little girl wouldn't respond. She seemed like a mistress of indifference.

They were driving along the road. Drake took Caidine in his gaze before looking to his front.

He tried as much as possible to break down the recent situation. At first he wanted to dismiss it as the nuances of a little girl, but he just couldn't bring himself to it.

He knew that he might be overthinking, yet he couldn't help but think that way. He had more than enough to be worried about. Why get worked up over something so insignificant.

"So you wouldn't respond?"

He called at the girl. He looked at her through the rearview mirror, she wasn't looking at him. He nodded and decided to quit getting worried.

If he didn't want to think about it, he needed some sort of distraction. Caidine was looking through the window. She was the best medium.

"Grandpa isn't really who you think he is."