Mark turned the corner carrying a large bouquet of red roses.
He was returning home early to surprise his wife for their anniversary.
The sound of frantic screaming made him freeze in his tracks.
He saw his son crying near the edge of the pool.
Then he saw his mother standing nearby looking completely terrified.
Mark dropped his briefcase and ran faster toward the water.
He still held the tight bundle of dark red roses.
Without pausing for a single second, Mark leaped into the pool.
The heavy splash sent waves over the concrete border.
Underneath the surface, Mark kicked hard toward his drowning wife.
He grabbed Clara securely around her waist and pulled her up.
They both broke through the surface of the water together.
Clara coughed violently and gasped for air against his shoulder.
Mark held her tightly while treading water near the shallow end.
Evelyn: Wait, it was just an accident!
Mark glared at his mother with pure rage in his eyes.
Mark: Pack your bags because you are going to prison!
Evelyn gasped and covered her mouth with both hands.
Evelyn: I was only trying to protect our family business and inheritance!
Mark: You almost drowned my wife right in front of our son!
Mark helped Clara climb out onto the dry pool deck.
Liam ran straight into his mother's wet arms while sobbing.
Clara held her son close and wrapped a warm towel around him.
Mark pulled his cell phone from his pocket despite the moisture.
He dialed the local police department without looking back at Evelyn.
Evelyn tried to touch Mark's arm to plead for forgiveness.
He stepped away from her and pointed toward the driveway.
Mark: Do not touch me or my family ever again.
The sound of distant sirens began to echo down the street.