Sarah sat near the bright window of her apartment and looked at her phone.
The morning sun beamed across the quiet Dallas streets below her cozy living room.
Her phone screen showed a bold text message from her long-lost father, Mark.
Mark was a wealthy businessman who owned a huge estate in the heart of Dallas.
He wanted Sarah to come over today so they could talk about the family trust fund.
Sarah touched her stomach gently and felt a small moment of real warmth inside.
She was three months pregnant with her first child and felt so happy today.
She wanted her child to grow up knowing her real father after all these years apart.
Her father had married a cold woman named Evelyn five long years ago.
Evelyn loved money more than anything else in the entire world.
She never wanted Sarah to come near the family mansion or talk to Mark.
Sarah took a deep breath and put on her favorite comfortable pink sweater.
She grabbed her leather purse from the table and walked out the front door.
The drive across town felt long because her heart was beating very fast.
She pulled her small blue car up to the front gate of the huge Dallas mansion.
The tall iron gates opened slowly to let her drive up the long driveway.
Green grass covered the vast yard surrounding the magnificent white stone house.
Sarah parked her car near the front door and stepped out onto the wide walkway.
She walked up the wide stone steps and knocked softly on the heavy wood door.
The butler opened the door with a calm smile and invited Sarah right inside.
The foyer featured high ceilings and a massive framed American flag on the wall.
A grand curved staircase stood in the middle of the polished white marble room.
Sarah looked around the grand space while feeling a little bit nervous inside.
She heard heavy footsteps coming from the top of the grand curved stairs.
Evelyn stood at the top landing wearing a dark velvet dress and shining pearls.
Her eyes looked cold as she stared down at Sarah in the lower foyer.
Evelyn: Why are you here today, Sarah?
Sarah: My father invited me to discuss our family trust fund.
Evelyn: You are not welcome in this house, girl.
Sarah: Mark is my biological father, Evelyn.
Evelyn: That does not give you any right to his vast estate.
Sarah stepped closer to the bottom of the grand curved staircase with confidence.
She knew she had every right to talk to her own biological father today.
Evelyn walked down three steps and glared directly into Sarah's brave eyes.