Mark turned around, breathing heavily, and immediately scooped Maya back into his arms near the open doorway. The little girl wrapped her small arms tightly around his neck, sobbing softly.
Mark: YOU'RE SAFE NOW, SWEETHEART.
Maya: Daddy, is she going to come back?
Mark: No, baby. She's never coming near this house again.
Just then, a quiet voice spoke up from the hallway. Elena, the maid who had served the family for over five years, stepped out from behind a white door frame. Her hands were shaking violently as she held her smartphone.
Elena: Mr. Miller... I... I witnessed everything in the kitchen.
Mark: What did you see, Elena?
Elena: I saw her pulling a vial out of her purse while your back was turned. I was too scared to confront her directly, but... I recorded the whole thing on my phone.
Mark walked over to Elena, looking down at the video playing on the screen. The footage was crystal clear: Victoria dropping a dark liquid from a small chemical dropper straight into the green detox glass, her face twisted into a cold, calculating sneer.
Mark: Elena, this video is going straight to the homicide detectives.
Elena: She threatened to fire me and report me to immigration if I said a word, sir. But when I saw little Maya run out, I couldn't stay silent.
Mark: You saved my life, Elena. You and Maya both. You will never have to worry about your job or your safety ever again.
The distant sound of police sirens began to echo in the distance, growing louder with every passing second as squad cars raced toward the Dallas estate.
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