Evelyn: Marcus, thank God you came home early[cite: 1]! She went completely out of her mind[cite: 1]!
Marcus: What happened in here?! Why is there glass all over the floor[cite: 1]?!
Evelyn: I came into the sunroom to read my mail, and she was going through your private office safe[cite: 1]! I told her to stop, and she shoved me into the coffee table[cite: 1]!
Sarah tried to speak, but her mouth felt bone-dry[cite: 1]. She could barely lift her head off the cold checkerboard tiles[cite: 1].
Sarah: Marcus... no... that's not... what happened[cite: 1]...
Evelyn: Look at my dress, Marcus! Look at my arm[cite: 1]! She threw the glass pitcher right at me[cite: 1]!
Evelyn was sobbing dramatically, squeezing her eyes shut as she cradled her wrist[cite: 1]. She edged closer to Marcus, her red gown fanning out across the polished floor[cite: 1].
Marcus: Step away from my wife[cite: 1]!
Marcus shoved past Evelyn so hard she stumbled back against the grand pillar, letting out a sharp, offended gasp[cite: 1]. He dropped to both knees on the shattered glass, completely ignoring the sharp shards tearing into his expensive tuxedo trousers[cite: 1].
Evelyn: Marcus! What are you doing?! She's the one who attacked me[cite: 1]!
Marcus: I said step away from her, Evelyn[cite: 1]!
He gently slipped his arms beneath Sarah's shoulders and knees, lifting her head off the cold tile[cite: 1]. His hands were shaking as he saw the blood smudged across her palm and the tears streaming down her pale face[cite: 1].
Marcus: Sarah... open your eyes for me, baby[cite: 1]. I'm here. You're safe now[cite: 1].
Sarah: Marcus... the baby... my stomach hurts so bad[cite: 1]...
Marcus: Shh, don't talk[cite: 1]. Save your strength. I already called the paramedics from the driveway. They're pulling up right now[cite: 1].
Evelyn: Marcus, you are making a massive mistake listening to her[cite: 1]! She's trying to manipulate you[cite: 1]! She came here to steal money from the family estate trust fund[cite: 1]!
Marcus: Shut your mouth, Evelyn[cite: 1]! Just shut your mouth[cite: 1]!
Evelyn: How dare you speak to me like that in my own house[cite: 1]! I am your father's widow! I run this estate[cite: 1]!
Marcus: My father left this house to me and my child, Evelyn[cite: 1]. Not to you[cite: 1].
Evelyn wiped her fake tears away, her expression shifting from fake terror to pure, icy rage as she stood over them[cite: 1].
Evelyn: You think you can talk to me like this because she brought you some fake documents[cite: 1]? I will have my divorce lawyers pull every cent out of your company accounts by tomorrow morning[cite: 1]!
Marcus: You won't be calling any lawyers, Evelyn[cite: 1]. Look up[cite: 1].
Evelyn's breath caught in her throat[cite: 1]. She slowly raised her head toward the high, white decorative molding of the ceiling[cite: 1].
Mounted in the far corner, directly above the glass table, was a sleek black security camera[cite: 1]. A tiny red LED light was pulsing steadily on its lens[cite: 1].