Arthur left the security guards with Marcus and walked quickly out to his car.
Elena sat in the front passenger seat, holding little baby Nico safely in her arms.
She guided Arthur through the busy city streets toward a quiet, green residential neighborhood.
They pulled up in front of a modest white cottage with flowers in the yard.
Arthur's hands trembled on the steering wheel as he turned off the car engine.
Arthur: Is my daughter really inside that little house right now, Elena?
Elena: Yes, sir, her foster mother is a kind woman who took great care of her.
Arthur stepped out of the vehicle and walked up the short stone garden walkway.
He knocked gently on the wooden front door, his heart pounding wildly inside his chest.
A kind elderly woman opened the door, holding a sweet little three-year-old girl.
The little girl had bright blue eyes and dark curly hair just like Arthur's late wife.
Arthur fell to his knees right on the porch, tears instantly filling his eyes.
Arthur: She looks just like her sweet mother used to look long ago...
Elena: Her name is Lily, Mr. Verruchi, and she has been waiting for you.
The foster mother smiled softly, understanding the deep emotion of the heavy moment.
She set the small girl down on her feet near the open front door frame.
Lily walked forward slowly and reached her small hands toward Arthur's wet cheeks.
Lily: Are you my daddy who was lost for a long time?
Arthur: Yes, my sweet girl, I am your daddy and I will never leave you.
Arthur wrapped his arms around his little daughter, holding her close to his heart.