Arthur stepped into the massive foyer of his modern home after a very long flight.
His expensive leather shoes tapped softly against the polished white marble floor.
He expected the house to be peaceful and quiet during the bright afternoon hours.
Instead, a cold feeling of fear instantly settled deep inside his chest.
He heard the sound of low whimpering echoes coming from the main hallway.
Arthur dropped his heavy leather briefcase onto a nearby bench without thinking.
He rushed down the corridor to see what was causing the terrible noise.
The sight before him made his heart stop completely for a moment.
His young nanny, Elena, was kneeling on the cold floor in tears.
She wore her neat uniform, but her hands were shaking very wildly.
Just a few feet away, his baby son Leo was crawling toward the stairs.
Arthur sprinted forward and scooped his little boy safely into his arms.
He held the small baby tight against his chest to protect him.
Leo let out a tiny soft squeak, but he seemed completely unhurt.
Arthur took a deep breath, but his inner anger was growing fast.
He turned his gaze toward Elena, who was sobbing uncontrollably now.
Arthur: Tell me the truth right now.
Elena: I only turned away for a single second!
Arthur: Look at me and speak clearly, Elena.
Elena: I swear I did not mean for this to happen!
Arthur: What happened to my baby boy?
Elena raised her shaking hands to cover her tear-stained face completely.
She looked up at him with pure terror in her wet eyes.
Before she could speak another word, a loud gasp echoed around them.
Arthur turned his head toward the wide oak staircase in the hall.
His new wife, Clara, was standing on the bottom step watching them.
She looked pale, and her designer silk dress was slightly wrinkled.
Arthur glared at her, demanding a quick answer with his eyes.
The house felt colder than it ever had before that day.