Mark sat in the executive office of his Dallas company and adjusted his blue tie.
His phone began to ring loudly on the dark mahogany desk.
He picked it up immediately when he saw his mother's name on the caller ID.
His mother, Margaret, was a kind elderly woman who lived in his mansion.
She sounded very anxious and upset on the phone.
She told him that his wife, Chloe, was acting very strange and aggressive.
Mark sighed deeply because he knew there was tension between the two women.
He told his mother that he would come home early from the office to check on her.
He rushed out to his luxury sedan and drove quickly through the city streets.
When he pulled into the long driveway of the mansion, he felt a strange sense of dread.
He parked the car near the front entrance and sprinted toward the giant double doors.
As he pushed the heavy doors open, a terrible scream echoed through the high foyer.
Mark gasped as he saw a figure tumbling down the white marble staircase.
It was his mother Margaret, clad in a simple dark dress, rolling hard down the steps.
Above her on the landing stood Chloe in a glittering gold sequin dress.
Mark dropped his briefcase on the polished floor and sprinted forward in horror.
He dropped directly to his knees right beside his fallen mother.
He cradled her head gently in his trembling hands and began to weep.
Mark: Mom! Please open your eyes! Can you hear me?
Margaret let out a faint painful groan as she lay helpless on the marble floor.
Chloe came rushing down the remaining steps with a look of extreme shock on her face.
Chloe: Oh my goodness, Mark! I tried to catch her! She just tripped!
Mark looked up at his wife with tears blurring his sight.
He did not know what to believe in that horrible moment.
Emergency sirens began to wail loudly outside the front entrance of the home.
The paramedics pushed through the door with a stretcher ready to assist.
Mark stepped back so the medical crew could safely lift his mother.
He felt completely broken inside as he watched them wheel her out.