Inside the dark closet, Tommy clung tightly to his big sister.
Tommy: Lily, I am really scared of the total dark in here.
Lily: Hold my hand, Tommy, I am right here beside you.
Lily reached into her small coat pocket and found her emergency phone.
Her father had bought her the basic phone for emergency calls only.
Lily: Look, Tommy, the phone still has two bars of service!
Tommy: Call Daddy right now! Tell him to come back home!
Lily quickly dialed her father's private cell phone number with trembling fingers.
The phone rang three times before going straight to recorded voicemail.
Lily: Dad, please answer! Victoria locked us in the dark closet!
She recorded a desperate voice message while crying softly into the mic.
Lily: She stole her own locket and is blaming us for it!
She tapped the send button just as the battery began flashing red.
Tommy: Did the message go through to Daddy's phone, Lily?
Lily: I think so, Tommy! We just have to wait for him.
Meanwhile, outside in the brightly lit living room, Victoria sat down.
She poured herself a glass of orange juice and opened her laptop.
She was drafting an email to the family lawyer about the incident.
Victoria: Once the lawyer sees this confession, the money is mine.
She picked up the wooden stick again and tapped it against the desk.
She walked back over to the closed closet door with a key.
Victoria: Have you two thought about your terrible behavior in there?
Lily: We called our father, Victoria! He knows everything now!
Victoria froze in place and her face turned completely pale white.
Victoria: You are lying! Your father is in the air right now!
Lily: He had high-speed internet on his flight today, Victoria!
Victoria unlocked the closet door in a sudden panic and pulled it open.
Victoria: Give me that phone right now, you little brat!
Lily held the small phone behind her back as tightly as possible.
Lily: No! This is our proof of what you are doing!
Victoria lunged forward to grab the phone out of Lily's hand.
Tommy stepped in front of his sister to shield her body.
Tommy: Leave my sister alone, you bad lady!
Victoria pushed Tommy aside sharply and raised her wooden stick again.
Victoria: Hand over that phone or I will break your box!
She pointed the stick toward the priceless wooden chest on the floor.
Lily: Don't touch our mother's chest! Please don't do it!
Victoria: Give me the phone right this second then!
Lily looked at her crying brother and then at the precious chest.
Her heart beat fast as she made a difficult choice for safety.