"That does not make any sense at all, Mika."
Nadia's dry voice cut through the phone line like a blade through butter.
"My daughter could be called a fox but not a cat, so she isn't capable of that quantum gag of being somewhere and not being somewhere at the same time."
"So, what exactly are you trying to say?"
"Alright. Let me explain properly."
Mika settled back against the bench, the cool night air doing nothing to ease the complicated emotions swirling in his chest.
"After the football match was over, Astrid did what Astrid always does when she's upset. She refused to speak to me. Refused to talk to me. Refused to even look at me. She just flew away."
Nadia listened in silence.
"I thought I'd deal with her later. Give her space. Let her cool down. You know how she is—if you push too hard when she's in that state, she just digs in deeper."
He then shook his head in disbelief and said,
