Sasha just tucked her hair behind her ears and looked out the window as he drove. Her brief moment of mother's worried fled just as quickly as it had arrived. To Sasha, there was nothing worse than not knowing where your child was. She was glad to hear she was with Mrs. Spinelli though. She lingered on this though more than necessary. Not because she didn't want to talk about what had happened but because she didn't know what to say.
Except for, "I can't let it go. Not for the moment anyway." She still couldn't decide on a proper emotion either, likely because there was no proper emotion set to deal with a situation like this. "I didn't think anyone saw me do it. Not that it was a big deal."