The Broken Plate On Marble
The Broken Plate On Marble
Sarah sat at the long wooden dining table in her bright Dallas home.
The sunlight poured through the floor to ceiling glass windows and lit up the room.
Mark smiled across the table as he cut his grilled chicken into small pieces.
He looked like the perfect husband that every woman dreamed of marrying.
They had been married for six months, but something felt wrong lately.
Little Lily ran through the hallway with a brightly colored plastic toy in her hand.
She was only four years old and full of endless energy every single afternoon.
Lily bumped into the edge of the heavy table while laughing loudly.
A glass plate tipped over and shattered against the hard marble floor with a loud crash.
Food slid across the pristine white surface in a messy trail of sauce.
Mark stood up instantly and slammed his hands hard against the thick wooden table.
His face turned dark red as he pointed his finger down at the trembling child.
Sarah gasped in surprise at how fast her husband lost his cool temper.
Lily stepped backward slowly with wide eyes filled with sudden fear and confusion.
Mark grabbed the little girl roughly by her arm to pull her away from the mess.
Sarah jumped out of her chair immediately to protect her young daughter.
She grabbed Mark by his wrist and pushed him back onto his feet.
"Do not touch her like that ever again, Mark!" Sarah yelled in a firm voice.
Mark straightened his shirt and tried to look calm again in front of her.
"She is ruined our quiet afternoon meal with her clumsy movement," Mark growled under his breath.
"She is just a child, and it was a simple accident," Sarah replied softly.
Elena came running out of the kitchen with a paper towel in her trembling hands.
The house maid looked completely terrified as her eyes darted between Mark and the floor.
She dropped to her knees to clean up the spilled food as fast as possible.
Sarah noticed that Elena was shaking worse than the little girl who dropped the plate.
Mark glared down at the maid with a cold stare that chilled the warm room.
"Clean that up fast and bring us fresh plates right now," Mark ordered strictly.
Elena stopped moving and looked directly into Sarah's eyes with absolute desperation.
"Do not eat any of that chicken, Mrs. Sarah," Elena whispered in a shaky tone.
Mark took a step forward and cut the maid off before she could speak further.
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"Get out of this dining room before I fire you today!" Mark shouted loudly.
Sarah felt her heart race fast as a deep feeling of danger filled the bright house.
