Within ten minutes, red and blue lights flashed outside the front windows.
The sirens cut through the quiet upscale Dallas neighborhood streets.
Two official police cruisers pulled into the long circular driveway space.
Mark walked to the grand front doors and opened them wide for officers.
Two armed police officers stepped into the bright, spotless foyer.
Officer Davis: Mr. Vance? We got your emergency assault call.
Mark: Thank you for coming so fast, Officer Davis.
Mark: My wife tried to injure my son on our staircase.
Officer Davis: Is the child okay? Does he need an ambulance team?
Mark: My maid caught him, but his foot is bruised badly.
Elena brought Leo out into the foyer to show the police officer.
Officer Davis knelt down gently to look at the boy's small foot.
He saw the clear red bruised mark left by the stiletto shoe.
Officer Davis: That looks very painful. We need to document this mark.
Elena: I have the whole event recorded on the security tablet, sir.
Elena handed the digital tablet directly to the attentive police officer.
Officer Davis and his partner watched the violent video footage together.
Their expressions grew cold as they saw Brenda trip the toddler.
Officer Davis: This is clear evidence of child endangerment and felony assault.
Officer Davis: Where is the suspect right now, Mr. Vance?
Mark: She is upstairs trying to pack her things in the bedroom.
The two officers walked up the grand wooden stairs with fast steps.
Brenda was frantically throwing clothes into a luxury leather suitcase.
She screamed as the officers entered the master bedroom doorway.
Brenda: Get out of my room! You have no right to be here!
Officer Davis: Brenda Vance, you are under arrest for felony child abuse.
Brenda: It was an accident! You can't arrest me like this!
The officer turned her around and placed shiny steel handcuffs on her.
Brenda struggled and yelled, but the cuffs clicked shut securely.
They led her down the grand staircase she had used for her crime.
Mark stood at the bottom, watching her with total cold silence.
Brenda: Mark! Tell them to stop! Call your corporate lawyers!
Mark: My lawyers will be filing for an immediate divorce today.
Mark: You will never step foot in this house ever again.
The officers marched the crying, humiliated woman out the front doors.
Neighbors gathered at the end of the driveway, watching the scene unfold.
Brenda covered her face as she was placed in the police car.
The door slammed shut, and the cruiser pulled away slowly.
Mark turned back inside his home, feeling a profound wave of relief.