Brenda stood frozen in the middle of the dining room floor.
The reality of her swift eviction began to set in fully now.
She looked around at the comfortable home she had enjoyed for weeks.
Mark remained standing firmly by the open front door without moving away.
His stern gaze followed her every movement across the wide hardwood floor.
Brenda stomped up the wooden stairs with heavy, angry steps then.
She slammed the guest bedroom door shut with a loud bang above.
Sarah sat on the living room sofa, rocking sweet Lily gently.
The infant's cries had finally settled into quiet, tiny hiccups now.
Mark walked over and knelt down beside his sweet family gently.
He brushed a soft golden lock of hair from Sarah's forehead.
He inspected Lily's arm with delicate, loving hands and deep concern.
The red mark was fading slowly, but the shock remained fresh.
Sarah apologized to Mark through her continuous flowing tears that afternoon.
She regretted not listening to his previous warnings about her sister.
Mark took Sarah's hand and squeezed it with reassuring warmth then.
He assured her that protecting their child was all that mattered.
Upstairs, the loud sound of zippers and opening drawers continued constantly.
Brenda was tossing her clothes into her large luggage bag roughly.
She muttered curses to herself about her ungrateful family the entire time.
She believed she was the true victim in this unfortunate situation.
Ten minutes later, Brenda carried her heavy bags down the stairs.
She dragged her rolling suitcase across the polished entry hall floor.
She stopped near the front door and looked at Sarah once more.
Brenda: You will regret treating me like a criminal, Sarah!
Mark: Step through that door and never come back near us!
Brenda: I am family, you can't erase me like this!
Sarah: You erased yourself the second you struck my baby!
Brenda scoffed loudly and pulled her heavy coat around her shoulders.
She walked out onto the front porch into the cool air.
Mark slammed the heavy wooden front door shut behind her instantly.