The bright morning sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows of the estate.
Evelyn sat at the head of the long mahogany dining table silently.
She held a heavy silver spoon above a steaming bowl of vegetable soup.
The maid had brought the meal only two minutes prior to the room.
Evelyn was eighty years old and lived alone in the sprawling stone house.
Her son Arthur stood near the doorway checking his black smartphone constantly.
He wore an expensive navy suit that looked completely brand new today.
His eyes shifted toward the kitchen doors every few seconds nervously.
Evelyn lifted the spoon closer to her lips to take a bite.
Suddenly the quiet atmosphere was shattered by loud running footsteps on marble.
Six year old Toby sprinted into the room as fast as possible.
His face was pale and his breathing came in short ragged gasps.
Before anyone could react, Toby leapt toward the head of the table.
He swung his small arm with all the force in his body.
The heavy ceramic bowl flew off the white tablecloth into the air.
It smashed against the hard floor with a sharp deafening crash.
Hot broth and broken shards spread wide across the polished stone surface.
Arthur jumped back in shock as liquid splashed near his shiny leather shoes.
His face turned dark red as pure anger took over his features.
Arthur: What did you just do, you little brat!
Toby stood shaking near his grandmother with tears in his eyes.
Evelyn: Calm down, Arthur, he is only a frightened child.
Arthur: He just ruined your lunch and destroyed expensive china!
Toby: Grandma, please do not be mad at me today!
Evelyn looked down at her grandson with gentle and soft eyes.
Evelyn: Why did you knock my bowl down, sweet boy?
Toby: Because the dog got sick after licking the spoon earlier!
Arthur stepped forward quickly and grabbed Toby by his blue shirt collar.
Arthur: Stop lying to your grandmother right now, Toby!
Evelyn raised her hand firmly to stop her furious son immediately.
Evelyn: Take your hands off him this second, Arthur!
Arthur released the shirt but continued to glare at the scared boy.
The room fell into a heavy silence that felt almost suffocating now.
Evelyn looked at the dark stain spread across her white floor.
Something about the smell of the liquid seemed strange and metallic.
She reached down and took Toby's small cold hand in hers.
Evelyn: Tell me everything you saw in the kitchen today, Toby.
Toby: I saw Uncle Arthur pouring white powder into the pot!