Abigail sat on the bed, still pale but smiling faintly, while Callie perched on the edge of the chair beside her, one leg bouncing restlessly.
“Mom,” Callie started, tilting her head. “You’ve been looking dizzy and sickly for a few days now. Are you sure it’s not something serious?”
Abigail chuckled softly, brushing a hand through her daughter’s hair. “It’s probably just age, sweetheart. Your mom’s not as young as she used to be.”
Callie frowned. “That’s not funny, mom. You don’t just wake up queasy for no reason. You’re not that old.”
Abigail laughed. “Thank you for that… I think. But it’s just fatigue, maybe stress. You know your father...he worries about everything, and it’s contagious.”
Callie grinned, leaning back with her arms crossed. “Mm-hmm. Or maybe it’s karma for marrying d
