Richard slammed his car door shut and burst into the grand foyer.
The sunlight reflected off the white marble floor inside the huge house.
He heard loud shouting coming from the upper balcony above the stairs.
Victoria: Take these boxes down to the driveway right now Martha!
Martha: Mrs. Sterling, these belong to little Lily's late mother!
Victoria: I am the mistress of this house now and I decide!
Lily was standing near the top landing crying uncontrollably in fear.
Lily: Please do not throw away my mommy's photo album!
Victoria picked up a delicate gold locket that lay on the table.
Victoria: This useless junk is taking up valuable closet space up here!
She stepped close to the balcony railing holding the locket outside.
Lily: Daddy, save my necklace please!
Richard looked up from the center foyer and saw the dangerous scene.
Richard: Victoria! Drop that hand back inside the balcony railing now!
Victoria: Oh look, the hero has returned to save the day!
Richard: You are out of your mind if you touch her belongings!
Victoria held the solid gold locket over the forty-foot drop down below.
Victoria: You care more about this memory than your own new wife!
Richard: I care about my family and you have crossed every line!
Victoria intentionally opened her hand and dropped the precious gold locket.
The heavy necklace plummeted down toward the hard polished marble floor.
Richard darted forward with incredible speed across the wide open space.
He lunged across the smooth surface and caught the locket mid-air safely.
He rolled onto the floor, holding the heirloom tightly in his palm.
Lily gasped from above as Martha cheered quietly behind the pillars.
Richard stood up slowly, his eyes fixed on Victoria with intense anger.
Richard: You will answer for this cruelty right this instant.