"W-whose picture is it?" Luna's voice trailed off; Sandra's secretly sneaking into the room was so suspicious not to mention stealing the picture that she believed was the object in the small box, which Danish always kept away from everyone.
"It's none of your business! Get out of my way."
"But, Mom…I have to know why you snuck into our bedroom and stole the picture from that box. And I can't let you out with that picture."
"Who are you to dictate to and warn me? Step aside!"
"I'm sorry I can't before you put it back into the box."
"You're so stubborn." Provoked by Luna's persistence in blocking her path, she, with one push of her hand, managed to shove Luna's body to the floor.
Brugghhh
"Ouch…," groaned as the pain smacked her down; Luna could only helplessly watch Sandra stepping over her painful legs and taking her paces out of the room with satisfaction; no regret she depicted through her expression.
