Mark dropped the heavy metal extinguisher onto the carpet floor.
He reached into the dark hole without a single second's hesitation.
His fingers touched a small cold hand trembling in the dark.
He pulled back loose pieces of plasterboard to widen the space.
A little girl stepped out into the brightly lit corridor.
She wore a faded red sweater and held a worn teddy bear.
Tears had dried in tracks along her pale dusty cheeks.
She blinked against the bright lights of the quiet hallway.
Mark dropped to his knees in front of the little girl.
Mark: Are you okay, sweetheart?
Child: I want to go home.
Mark: How did you get inside there?
Child: The lady locked me in.
Mark turned his head slowly toward his bride Sarah.
Sarah was standing against the opposite wall of the corridor.
Her face had gone completely pale under the hallway lights.
She clutched her expensive bridal bouquet against her blue dress.
Mark: Sarah, do you know this child?
Sarah: I have never seen her before in my life!
Mark: She pointed right at you, Sarah.
Sarah: She is confused and scared, Mark!
The little girl hid behind Mark's leg for safety.
She reached into her small pocket with a shaking hand.
She pulled out a small silver locket on a chain.
The child held it out toward Mark with tearful eyes.
Mark took the heavy silver trinket gently into his hand.
He snapped the small metal clasp open with his thumb.
Inside was a picture of Sarah holding the same girl.
The date written beneath the photo was three years old.
Mark stared at the photograph in absolute disbelief and anger.
The woman he loved had lied about her entire past.
Mark: Is this your daughter, Sarah?
Sarah: Mark, let me explain everything.
Mark: You told me you had no family!
Sarah: It is not what you think!
Mark stood up and placed himself between Sarah and child.
He looked down the hall toward the noisy wedding ballroom.
The sound of laughter and music echoed from the party.
His wealthy stepmother and corporate business partners were waiting there.
Sarah's rich family had paid for this massive luxury venue.
They wanted a perfect union to merge their large estates.
Now a hidden child threatened to destroy the entire reputation.
Mark realized why the small room had been constructed recently.
Someone wanted the child kept far out of sight today.
Mark: Who locked her in that hollow wall?
Sarah: My mother made me do it!
Mark: Your mother locked a child away?
Sarah: She said it would ruin the wedding!
Mark grabbed his phone from his tuxedo jacket pocket quickly.
He dialed three numbers without listening to her frantic excuses.
He held the phone firmly against his ear while watching her.
Mark: I am calling the police right now.