Tree's passed in a blur outside the windows, making the pit of my stomach turn ill when I tried to focus my eyes on them.
I gave up quickly and turned back to my mother, who had her foot on the gas peddle as far as she thought was a safe enough speed. Her right eye was squinted against the sun and due to the massive bruise now forming on her delicate face.
I couldn't help it, tears started forming in my eyes at the sight of her.
Seeing my distress she reached over and took my hand in hers.
"Don't worry honey, it's over, it's all over." She smiled, I think it was an attempt to reassure me that the danger was behind us. But that didn't stop the question from forming in my mind,
"But for how long is it 'over' this time?"