Trickling tension

Her mother quickly took a stance, where both of them were ready to strike at each other—but when Melanie blinked, noticing her mother had actually just placed her hand on the knob of the closet and was yet to open it. What she saw was only her imagination, and she shrieked,

"Ah!" 

But it hadn't stopped Mrs. Davis from opening the closet door. Only that she had turned to look at Melanie, "What happened?" with a slight frown.

Melanie sat on the edge of the bed and placed her hand on her knee, "I accidentally hit my toe to the edge of the bed." Her mother frowned, placing the clothes to the side, and came to sit in front of Melanie. 

"Let me see that," said her mother, checking her foot, while Melanie took a quick glance at her mother before looking at the open closet where Simon stood.