Mark reached into his denim jeans pocket and pulled out his black smartphone with a firm steady grip.
He dialed the private phone number of his family divorce lawyer who handled all their important legal papers.
Mark: David, I need you at my house immediately.
Lawyer: Mark? What is wrong? You sound upset.
Mark: My son Toby is alive in my house.
There was a long sudden silence on the phone line before the lawyer answered back in complete shock.
Lawyer: What did you just say to me, Mark?
Mark: Get police and child protection here right now.
Mark ended the phone call and placed the black phone back inside his deep blue jeans pocket carefully.
Sarah sank down onto her knees on the cold marble floor tiles, sobbing loudly into her bare hands.
Sarah: Mark, please do not call the police on me!
Mark: You kept a child locked in a wall!
Sarah: I gave him food and toys every night!
Mark: He lived like an animal behind drywall, Sarah!
Lilly stepped in front of her mother and looked up at her father with big sad tearful eyes.
Lilly: Daddy, please do not yell at Mommy so loud.
Mark felt his heart break even further as he looked down at his beautiful innocent little young daughter.
He knelt down in front of both children and spoke to them in a soft gentle loving tone.
Mark: Nobody is going to hurt you ever again.
Toby: Will I get to sleep in bed now?
Mark squeezed his eyes shut as a fresh wave of warm emotional tears ran down his face.
Mark: You will have your own big room, Toby.
He lifted Toby up high into his strong arms and held him tight against his warm solid shoulder.
Toby rested his dirty small head on Mark's collarbone and closed his tired heavy eyes with deep comfort.
Fifteen minutes later, red and blue lights flashed brightly outside through the large glass front door windows.
Two police officers and a social worker walked quickly up the front concrete steps into the bright hallway.
Lawyer David walked right behind them carrying a black leather briefcase filled with legal trust fund documents.
David stopped dead in his steps as he looked at the smashed drywall frame and the dirty boy.
Lawyer: Good Lord, Mark... this is unbelievable scene.
Mark: Arrest her. Take her out of my home.
The female police officer walked over to Sarah and gently placed steel handcuffs around her weak wrists.
Sarah: Mark! Please forgive me! I love you!
Mark turned his head away from her completely, refusing to look into her crying desperate face again.
Mark: You lost the right to love us long ago.