Claudia trudged down the stair hurriedly after taking notice of the loud voices downstairs. The door to the front door pulled open revealing Travis and the security guard in an unpleasant attention.
“Put your hand off me! I just want to speak to Claudia,” Travis yelled at the security man.
“You are not allowed in here sir,” the security man told him while still preventing him from getting in.
“Claudia?” Travis yelled but she was already standing in front of him with a huge scowl masking her face.
“What are you doing here Travis, and why are you making a commotion at my house? If you are here to accuse me again of what happened to your daughters, I’m going to tell you again and again that I had nothing to do with that.” She said plainly with a finger pointing at him.
“I wouldn't have come here if that was the case. I have lost my family and my life is nothing but a miserable one, just the way you have always wanted it to be,” he said, not looking at her.