Within twenty minutes, red and blue emergency lights flashed brightly outside the grand mansion driveway window.
Police officers walked quickly through the front door, accompanied by two gentle female social workers.
Sarah stood near the entryway console table as an officer spoke to her in a quiet tone.
She wiped her eyes repeatedly, but Mark felt no pity left inside his broken heart for her tears.
He sat on the warm wood floor right beside the opened wooden wall panel with both girls.
Lily sat quietly beside him, holding her older sister's pale hand with small, comforting fingers.
Mark held a warm white blanket wrapped snugly around his long-lost older daughter's shoulders.
Social Worker: Mr. Davis, the paramedics are ready to check her over in the ambulance now.
Mark nodded slowly, gently lifting the young girl into his arms with careful, tender support.
Mark: Her name is Maya.
Social Worker: She is going to be alright now, Mr. Davis.
Maya rested her small head against Mark's shoulder, holding onto his suit lapel tightly.
Mark looked back at Sarah one last time as the police officers led her toward the door.
Sarah: Mark, please talk to the divorce lawyer before you make any permanent decisions!
Mark: The only call I am making is to my lawyer to sign over every penny of the estate to Maya.
Sarah lowered her head in deep shame as the heavy wooden front door closed behind her.
Mark walked out onto the bright front porch, carrying both of his young daughters in his arms.
The fresh warm sun shone down on their faces, washing away the shadow of the hidden wall.
Mark: You are never going back into the dark again, Maya.
Maya looked up into the bright blue American sky and smiled softly for the very first time.
Maya: I love you, Daddy.
Mark: I love you too, sweetie, and I will protect you for the rest of my life.