Family secrets can hide behind the brightest smiles and the most expensive clothes. Sometimes the people we trust the most are the ones holding the biggest secrets behind their backs.
When a simple dinner turn into a fight for survival, one little girl must speak up before it is too late. So let’s dive into this story chapter by chapter and enjoy every moment of it.
Mark: What are you doing, Lily?
Lily: Stop! Don’t drink that wine, Daddy!
Victoria: Mark, control your brat right now!
Lily: She put something in your glass!
Victoria: She is lying, Mark!
Mark: Is this true, Victoria?
Lily: Look under her napkin!
Mark sat at the head of the long oak table inside his quiet house.
The bright light from the chandelier made the silver forks shine like fresh glass.
He looked across the table at Victoria with a soft smile on his face.
Victoria wore a dark dress that matched her smooth black hair perfectly today.
They were celebrating their engagement after two long years of dating each other.
Mark lifted his crystal glass of red wine to make a quiet toast.
Victoria watched his hand move with a strange look in her blue eyes.
Suddenly, small shoes slapped against the cold marble floor near the kitchen door.
Seven-year-old Lily ran into the dining room like a fast wind.
She hit the crystal glass right out of Mark’s fingers before he drank.
The glass flew across the room and smashed into small pieces against the floor.
Dark red wine splashed all over the white tile like a deep stain.
Mark pulled his hands back in pure surprise and looked down at his daughter.
Victoria stood up from her leather chair so fast her napkin dropped down.
Victoria: What is wrong with this wild kid?
Mark: Lily, why did you just do that?
Lily: Daddy, you cannot drink that red wine tonight!
Victoria: She just ruined our special night on purpose!
Lily: No! I saw her put powder inside your glass!
Victoria’s face turned white as a clean sheet of paper in the room.
She reached down to grab Lily by her small yellow dress sleeve.
Mark stood up between them and pushed Victoria’s hand back very gently.
Mark: Do not touch my daughter like that right now.
Victoria: She is making up terrible stories to hurt me!
Lily: I am not lying, Daddy, I saw her do it!
Mark looked down at the puddle of red wine on the marble floor.
He saw tiny white bubbles floating on top of the spilled liquid now.
His heart beat faster inside his chest as he stepped closer to it.
Mark: What is that white foam in the wine, Victoria?
Victoria: It is just soap from the dishwasher, Mark!
Lily: Look inside her small black purse right over there!
Victoria snatched her purse off the table and held it behind her back.
Mark looked at her eyes and saw real fear hidden inside them now.
He took one step toward her and held out his open hand silently.
Mark: Hand me the bag right now, Victoria.
Victoria: You are really going to trust a little child over me?
Mark: Just show me what is inside the bag right now.
Victoria stepped back toward the dark hallway behind the big table.
Chapter 3: A Powder In The Purse
The dining room was so quiet you could hear the tall clock tick.
Mark kept his hand out while Lily hid right behind his dark pants.
Victoria clutched her black leather purse with both of her shaking hands.
Victoria: We were supposed to start a brand new life together today.
Mark: Then show me the inside of the purse and prove her wrong.
Victoria unzipped the top of the bag with a sharp pulling motion.
She pulled out a small glass bottle filled with white dust inside.
Mark reached out quickly and took the tiny glass bottle from her fingers.
The label on the small bottle had red warning letters printed on it.
It was a dangerous chemical used to eliminate pests in big gardens.
Mark felt a cold chill run all the way down his back.
Mark: Why do you have this awful poison in your purse, Victoria?
Victoria: I bought that for the garden plants yesterday morning!
Lily: She put it in your glass while you were in the kitchen!
Victoria: Shut your mouth, you foolish little brat!
Mark stepped in front of Lily and raised his voice high and firm.
Mark: Do not ever talk to my daughter like that again!
Victoria: She has hated me since the very first day we met!
Lily: Because you were mean to Daddy when he was not looking!
Victoria looked around the room like a trapped animal in a cage.
She knew the heavy front door was locked behind the living room.
Mark pulled out his smartphone and dialed three numbers very quickly.
Victoria: What are you doing with your phone right now, Mark?
Mark: I am calling the police department to come over here.
Victoria lunged forward to grab the phone out of his right hand.
Mark swung his arm away and pushed her back onto the chair.
She fell into the soft leather cushion with a loud angry gasp.
Victoria: You will regret this for the rest of your life, Mark!
Mark: You tried to kill me in my own home tonight.
Lily: The police are coming to take her away, right Daddy?
Mark: Yes, sweetie, nobody is going to hurt us anymore.
Victoria stared at the white powder bottle sitting on the dark table.
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