---- moment. But the past was gone and there was no need to look back. The next moment, I heard a crash. T hurried over to find Leo had thrown the glass of milk on the ground. The liquid soaked the carpet. "Such a terrible temper," I muttered. He sat there for a while to calm down till his breath was steady. Only then did he look under the bed. His hands reached underneath for a small rectangular box. Seeing what he was doing, my heart jumped. What was he doing? How could look through that? I thought he had thrown away my things, why did he still have that? No! Thurried to stop him, but I could not touch him ---- nor could he see me. No matter what I did, it was useless. No, anything but that. I beg him. Let that secret die with me.