Ethan walked across the foyer toward Clara with long steps and a stern look on his face.
Clara reached her hand out toward him while tears filled her bright eyes in pure desperation.
Ethan: How could you ever do something like this today?
Clara: I only picked her up so she would not fall!
Martha: She pushed the baby onto the hard floor, sir!
Ethan pointed a cold finger toward the front door without listening to Clara's nervous voice.
Ethan: Get out of my house this very minute Clara!
Clara: Please check the hallway security cameras right now Ethan!
Ethan: I do not need to check any cameras today!
He pointed toward the open courtyard and ordered Clara to pack up her personal belongings immediately.
Clara felt her knees grow weak as the harsh words cut deep into her fragile heart.
She picked up her simple cloth coat from the wooden chair near the wide front doorway.
The staff members watched in silence while Clara walked out toward the chilly afternoon wind.
The tall iron gates slammed shut behind her with a heavy sound that echoed far away.
Clara walked down the paved street toward the bus stop while wiping away her warm tears.
She had no money in her purse and nowhere to go in the large unfamiliar city.
Her mind raced as she remembered the strange look Martha gave her near the white sofa.
She knew Martha had wanted her out of the house since the very first day.
Clara sat down on the cold bench and wondered how she could ever clear her name.
The sun began to set behind the tall city buildings as darkness settled over the streets.
She swore to herself that she would find proof of her complete innocence no matter what.