David Miller rushed through the front entrance holding his black leather briefcase.
He had returned early from his morning business meeting down in central Dallas.
The loud sound of baby Toby crying echoed through the high marble foyer.
David stopped in his tracks as he saw Elena sitting on the floor.
Elena looked up at him with red tear-stained eyes while pointing toward the balcony.
She shouted loudly that Victoria had deliberately dropped the innocent baby downward.
David's expression instantly shifted from confusion to pure unadulterated fury.
He dropped his briefcase onto the floor and charged up the wooden staircase.
His heavy dress shoes clattered loudly against the hardwood steps as he ran.
Victoria stood at the top of the stairs with a pale startled expression.
David cornered her against the upper wall near the large framed flag hanging there.
He thrust his finger directly at her face while his jaw clenched tight.
He shouted for her to get out of his house immediately and pack.
He demanded that someone call the emergency services right away without delay.
Victoria backed against the wall while trying to defend her careless actions.
She claimed that the slippery blanket had simply slid out of her hands.
David refused to listen to her excuses as his voice boomed over the railing.
Elena stayed downstairs holding Toby tightly near the front double doors.
She watched as David's anger filled the entire upper floor of the home.
The peaceful reputation of the Miller household was completely shattered in moments.
David pulled out his phone and dialed the local police department himself.