While Tahirah was gone, Rana slipped one of the small statues into her bag. It wasn't the first time she had taken a trinket from the site, and no one would notice this time, like they hadn't all the others. If they did, no one would suspect Tahirah or her kind sister that brought them sweet biscuits whenever she came to visit. It was only one small statue in a mountain of them, Rana told herself. No one would miss it, not even her perfect sister. What harm could it do?
