Palm Beach Florida ki ek luxury mansion ke bathroom mein sunsan khamoshi chhai hui thi. Bathroom ki deewar par ek bada framed American flag laga hua tha, aur golden shower area ke paas white silk bathrobe pehni hui ek sundar aurat khadi thi. Uske haath mein ek red plastic lighter tha, jiski aanch ek chhoti rone wali bachi ki arm ke paas aag ki tarah lapak rahi thi. Maya, jo ki uski stepmother thi, bachi ki taraf gusse se ghoor rahi thi. Bachi ki white dress tears se bhig chuki thi.
Maya: Give me the keys right now!
Lily: No, Mommy Maya, please! It hurts! Daddy told me not to give them to anyone!
Maya: I don't care what your father said! Give me the keys to the safe or you will regret it!
Lighter ki red flame Lily ki forearm ke bilkul paas phadphada rahi thi, aur bachi darr ke maare cheekh rahi thi. Uske haath se lighter zameen par gira aur white marble floor par clattering sound ke saath takraya. Tabhi bathroom ke double white doors violent speed se khule aur Marcus, black formal suit pehne hue, andar daudta hua aaya.
Marcus: What the hell is going on in here?!
Maya: Marcus! She was trying to hurt herself! I was just trying to stop her!
Marcus: Get away from her right now!
Marcus marble floor par tezi se daudta hua aage badha aur apni beti ke paas knees par baith gaya. Usne Lily ko tight embrace mein pakad liya aur usko comfort karne laga. But jab usne Lily ke arm par red burn mark dekha, toh Marcus ki eyes rage aur fury se bhar gayi. Maya ko andaza bhi nahi tha ki ab uska sach sabke samne aane wala tha.