The local police arrived at the mansion within ten minutes.
Two officers interviewed Sarah while David comforted his small daughter.
Lily ate her small sandwich halves while sitting on the sofa.
She held David's thumb tightly with her tiny warm fingers.
A detective walked into the living room holding a folder.
He had searched Sarah's private bedroom desk upstairs thoroughly.
Detective: Mr. Davis, we found official adoption documents upstairs.
David: What do those papers say about my little girl?
Detective: Your stepmother paid private caregivers to keep her hidden.
Detective: The medical records from four years ago were completely forged.
David closed his eyes as rage burned inside his stomach.
His stepmother had robbed him of his daughter's first steps.
She had stolen four whole years of bedtime stories and laughter.
All of it was done to keep control of his estate.
Sarah stood near the doorway with silver handcuffs on her wrists.
She refused to look David or Lily in the eye.
Sarah: You were too weak to raise a child alone!
David: I was grieving because you lied to my face!
Sarah: I deserved that trust fund more than a baby!
David: You will never touch a single cent of it.
The police led Sarah out through the heavy double doors.
The front door closed with a quiet and final click.
The quiet mansion felt peaceful for the very first time.
David looked down at Lily, who was watching him quietly.
David: Nobody will ever force you to hide again, sweetie.
Lily: Am I really staying with you now, Daddy?
David: You are staying home with me forever and ever.