Mark Sterling rushed into the grand foyer while holding his leather briefcase.
He had forgotten his house keys and returned early from his morning commute.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Elena kneeling on the marble floor.
His son was sobbing hysterically while wrapped in the rumpled white blanket.
Mark dropped his briefcase onto the floor with a heavy thud.
He sprinted across the foyer toward the base of the staircase.
His face was pale with sudden fear and confusion as he reached the maid.
Elena looked up at her boss while cradling the trembling baby in her arms.
Mark fell to one knee beside her and checked his young son's arms and legs.
He looked into Elena's tear-filled eyes with urgent panic in his voice.
Elena raised her shaking arm and pointed directly up toward the landing.
Victoria was still standing near the top of the stairs in her bright dress.
Victoria immediately changed her posture and let out a dramatic gasp of fake sorrow.
She put her hands over her face and began to sob loudly for Mark to hear.
She claimed the stroller had slipped out of her hand by complete accident.
Elena shook her head firmly and spoke over the sound of the crying baby.
Mark looked from his crying infant up to his wife at the top landing.
Victoria rushed down three steps while shouting defensively down at the foyer.
She demanded that Mark fire the maid immediately for making such wild claims.
She insisted that the floor was slick and the stroller wheels had lost grip.
Mark stood up slowly from the floor while his hands trembled with rage.
He looked at his baby, then at the maid, and finally at his emotional wife.
The atmosphere in the grand foyer was thick with unbearable tension and doubt.
Mark had to decide who was telling the truth about his precious baby boy.