Mark took three long strides across the room, positioning himself directly in front of Megan.
His chest heaved with deep anger, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides.
Mark: Did you just threaten my daughter in our own house?!
Megan: Oh please, Mark, your wife is overreacting like she always does!
Sarah: She raised her hand at her, Mark, I had to physically pull her away!
Mark’s eyes widened in complete disbelief as he glared down at his younger sister.
Mark: Is that true, Megan?! Did you put your hands near my child?!
Megan: She dropped her stupid toy on purpose just to annoy me!
Mark: She is a baby, Megan! What is wrong with your head?!
Megan stepped back slightly, realizing for the first time that Mark was furious.
The room felt suffocatingly tense as the sound of Ella’s crying began to soften.
Sarah gently patted the baby’s back, whispering soft comfort into her small ear.
Sarah: Shh, it is okay sweetie, Daddy and Mommy are right here with you.
Mark pointed his finger directly at the front door with uncompromising authority.
Mark: You are going to leave this house right now before I lose control.
Megan: You cannot kick me out! Mom is going to be here in ten minutes!
Mark: I do not care if the whole world is coming, get out of my sight!
Megan’s arrogant look finally crumbled into a bitter, defensive scowl.
Megan: You are choosing her over your own blood sister?!
Mark: I am protecting my wife and my daughter from a toxic person!
Megan grabbed her purse from the counter, her knuckles white around the strap.
She glared at Sarah with pure hatred burning in her dark eyes.
Megan: You ruined this family, Sarah, this is all your fault!
Sarah: You did this to yourself, Megan, now leave our home immediately.