David: What happened?! Who did this?!
Nanny Martha: It was her! Look up at the top landing right now, Mr. Vance!
David: Are you out of your absolute mind? Did she really just touch my son?
I rushed through the open doorway into the foyer, my eyes darting frantically across the room until they locked onto the trembling baby in Martha's arms[cite: 4]. A tense musical drone vibrated through the air as Nanny Martha held the sobbing child tight against her beige silk blouse, pointing a tearful, accusing finger straight up toward the second-story balcony[cite: 4].
David: Answer me, Martha! Did he fall or was he pushed?
Nanny Martha: She pushed him down the stairs[cite: 4]! I saw her hands shove the baby right over the edge!
David: You cold-blooded monster! How could you do this to an innocent child?
My fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turned pure white, the blood rushing furiously in my ears as blinding rage took over every single muscle in my body[cite: 4].
Baby: Daddy! Hurt! Bad lady!
David: Don't you worry, sweetheart. Daddy is going to make sure she pays for every single tear you shed today.
Nanny Martha: She didn't even care when he hit the floor, David. She just stood there watching like a statue.
David: That ends right now. I am done playing games with her twisted family politics and inheritance schemes.
The woman in the green dress stood rigidly at the top landing in front of the American flag, clenching her fists defensively as she realized she was caught red-handed[cite: 4].
Clara: Don't listen to her! It was an accident[cite: 4]!
David: Shut your lying mouth, Clara! I am coming up there right now!
Clara: You're overreacting! The baby crawled too close to the edge all by himself!
David: Crawled? Martha watched you shove him! Get out of my house right now[cite: 4]!