A shrill scream tore through the house.
Margot tumbled backwards down the steep staircase.
She plummeted down over a dozen steps before finally crashing onto the landing halfway to the first floor.
Veronica froze at the top of the stairs, her hands still locked in the motion of the shove.
Her eyes widened in sheer horror as she stared at Margot's broken form on the landing.
Margot's forehead had slammed into the base of the banister. A pool of blood began to seep out. She was completely motionless.
Veronica's breath hitched in her throat.
"Mar... Margot?"
The woman on the floor gave no response.
She couldn't care less if Margot lived or died, but the timing was disastrous. Eric had just been taken into custody. If Margot died in the house or slipped into a coma, the police would swarm the property.
At that point, she wouldn't be able to talk her way out of it to save her life.
She shot a quick glance at the security camera mounted in the second-floor hallway.
The feed had been severed long ago. Eric had shut it off himself; it was nothing more than a useless decoration now.
Confirming that detail brought Veronica's racing heart back to a steady rhythm.
She descended the stairs, crouching beside Margot to press two fingers to her neck.
Margot's eyes were shut, her face half-covered in blood, but a faint, shallow pulse met Veronica's touch.
She was alive.
Veronica walked over to the sofa, picked up her phone, and dialed 911.
"Hello? 911?"
The second the operator answered, Veronica laced her voice with sheer, breathless terror. "Help! Someone fell down the stairs in my home! There's so much blood, and she's unconscious... Yes, Golden Leaf Estates, Villa 8. Please hurry!"
She hung up, scrolled to another number, and called the local precinct.

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