"The enemy!" She growls. "Hahaha, the rogue!" She deepens her voice.
"Dylan!" She yells, opening her mouth wide. Wider than it could have opened. Dad shakes as he hears his name, and he stands up. I stand up too, and grab his arms, burying my head in his shirt.
"She can't turn. She's not glad. Not pretty glad." Dylan clips, trying to collect himself.
Mum stands up, and goes to the kitchen. She returns immediately with a dagger, and she raises it up, at five feet distance from us. Then she rushes to the glass door leading to the visitor's room. She smashes the glass door and the shards sprawls on the ground. She laughs out loud as she does and Dad sighs.
"Hey, do you know how much that costs!" Dad finally says, not able to bear the loss. He walks up to her, but I hold his hand.
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