"What are you doing there?" the voice boomed.Ina jumped, the photograph slipping from her fingers and landing softly on the bed.
She turned to see Mr. Adams standing in the doorway, his expression a mixture of suspicion and irritation.
He took a step forward, his gaze narrowing as he looked at her."What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing.
"You're not supposed to be in that corner."Ina's mind raced, struggling to find a coherent response.
She knew she wasn't supposed to be nosing around in Mr. Adams's personal space, but the photograph had piqued her curiosity in a way she hadn't anticipated.
Now, faced with Mr. Adams's stern questioning, she found herself at a loss for words."I... I was just..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Adams
