The front door slammed open, rattling the glass frames along the entry hall. Mark rushed inside, his face pale and eyes wide with panic. His heavy footsteps echoed off the polished hardwood as he sprinted toward the living room.

Mark: GET AWAY FROM HER!

In the center of the room, Sarah was on her knees, clutching her crying baby close to her chest. Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking into the collar of her worn sweater. She pulled the baby blanket tighter around the infant, her hands shaking uncontrollably.

Sarah: Dad, please... just listen to me!

A few feet away stood Brenda, wearing a bright green designer dress. Her blonde hair was perfectly styled, but her face was twisted in dramatic hysteria. She stepped backward, leaning near the baby stroller, pointing an accusing, trembling finger at Sarah.

Brenda: SHE PUSHED THE STROLLER! I WAS SAVING HER!

Mark: Are you out of your mind, Sarah?! Brenda just saved your daughter's life and you're sitting there crying like you're the victim?!

Sarah: Dad... I didn't push it... I swear I didn't touch it!

Mark: Shut up! I saw the stroller rolling toward the stairs when I walked up to the house! Brenda ran to grab it! How could you be so careless with your own baby?!

Brenda: Mark, it was terrible... She just let go of the handles! If I hadn't jumped in, little Maya would have fallen down the marble steps!

Sarah: That's a lie! Dad, please, you have to believe me!

Mark took a step closer, his fist clenched tight at his side. He glared down at Sarah, his chest heaving with fury. He had spent months defending Brenda to his daughters, insisting his new fiancée was a gentle, loving woman. Now, seeing his newborn granddaughter almost hurt, his rage boiled over.

Mark: I've had enough of your jealousy, Sarah! Ever since Brenda and I got engaged, you've tried to ruin everything! But putting your own child in danger just to make Brenda look bad? That is sick!

Sarah: Dad, I love Maya more than my life! Why would I ever do that?!

Mark: Get out of my house. Hand the baby to Brenda and get out!

Before Sarah could answer through her sobbing, a sharp voice rang out from the doorway behind them.

Chloe: DAD, WATCH THIS.