Chapter 3 - The Broken Glass
Sarah’s smile didn’t fade, but her knuckles turned white around the glass.
“Marcus, don’t be ridiculous,” she chuckled softly, taking another step forward. “You’re going to miss your flight over a six-year-old’s active imagination? Let me just pour this out so we can talk like adults.”
She turned toward the kitchen sink.
“I said stop moving!” Marcus barked, his voice echoing off the marble walls like a thunderclap.
Sarah flinched, stopping mid-stride. Marcus stepped forward, his eyes locked on the amber liquid in the glass. He reached out to grab it from her hand.
Seeing him reach, Sarah’s eyes flickered with a sudden, desperate panic. In one swift, deliberate movement, she let the glass slip from her fingers.
CRASH!
The heavy glass shattered against the white marble floor. Orange juice and glittering shards spread across the entry hall, soaking into the pristine rug.
“Oh, my goodness! How clumsy of me!” Sarah gasped, bringing her hands to her mouth, acting startled. “It slipped! Marcus, look what you made me do with all your aggressive yelling!”
Lily shrank back behind Marcus’s legs, whimpering softly. Marcus looked down at the puddle of juice soaking into the floor, then raised his gaze to Sarah. Her act was flawless, but her eyes held a cruel, smug triumph. She thought she had destroyed the evidence.
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