Misplaced Blame

The house was in chaos when Cora returned home half an hour later. Stella was screaming her head off in the den while Dom held her writhing little body in his arms as he frantically tried to soothe her. Their housekeeper stood to the side, next to Martha, both wringing their hands nervously, a concerned look on their faces.

“Oh my God! What’s going on here?” Stella’s crying worsened when she heard