Mark pulled his navy trench coat tight around his shoulders against the chilly rain.
He walked up the grand stone steps of his family mansion in downtown Chicago.
The heavy dark doors stood tall and silent as he pulled out his brass keys.
He knew his wife Victoria had been acting distant for the past few weeks.
Her sudden interest in his late wife's estate had bothered him deeply.
He opened the door and stepped onto the polished white marble floor of the foyer.
A bright chandelier hung high above, casting cold light across the wide open entrance.
In the middle of the room stood Victoria, wearing a bright emerald green dress.
She held a heavy glass pitcher filled with dark purple grape juice over a highchair.
His tiny two-year-old daughter Emma sat in the highchair, sobbing loudly in her small dress.
Draped over Emma's shoulders was a priceless white silk blanket left by her late mother.
Victoria tipped the heavy pitcher without showing a single shred of human mercy.
The dark liquid poured straight down onto the handmade white silk heirloom below.
Emma cried louder as the cold liquid ruined the precious fabric her mother had made.
Mark gasped in utter shock as the pitcher emptied completely over the sweet child.
Mark: Get away from her right now!
His loud voice echoed off the grand marble walls like a sudden clap of thunder.
Victoria turned her head slowly, holding the empty pitcher in her pale thin hands.
A cold smile spread across her face as she looked at his anger.
Victoria: You are home earlier than expected, Mark.
Mark: What on earth are you doing to my innocent daughter?
Victoria: She was playing with things that do not belong to her.
Mark rushed across the wide foyer with his boots echoing heavily on the stone.
He signaled to the two security officers who had followed him inside the mansion.
Mark: Restrain her before she moves another single step!
The security officers moved forward quickly to step right between Victoria and the child.
Victoria took a quick step back and accidentally knocked over a small tall side table.
A decorative glass vase wobbled and fell directly onto the hard marble floor below.
The glass shattered into a hundred shiny pieces near the grand American flag display.
Victoria gasped loudly as the glass shattered right beside her high designer shoes.
Mark dropped straight down to his knees right beside his terrified little daughter.
He quickly unbuttoned his warm navy trench coat to wrap it around Emma's shoulders.
Mark: Daddy is here now, you are safe sweet girl.
Emma buried her teary face deep into his warm wool jacket while sobbing softly.
Mark lifted his head and stared straight at Victoria with burning anger in his eyes.
Mark: You will answer for every single thing you did here today.
Victoria crossed her arms and stared back with absolute cold contempt in her eyes.