The living room was filled with soft expensive carpets and fine art.
Mia sat on the edge of a big leather armchair held by Sam.
The sheriff set the small wooden box down on the glass table.
Mr. Miller used the brass key to unlock the heavy silver latch.
Inside lay a thick pile of official letters and a small blue diary.
Mr. Miller: This is Sarah's hand-written journal from her final days here.
The sheriff turned the yellow pages with great care and attention slowly.
Sheriff: It says right here that Clara forced her to leave town fast.
Aunt Clara: That is not true, she wanted to go away on her own!
Mr. Miller: Sarah wrote that Clara threatened to take her baby away forever.
Mia wiped a warm tear from her soft cheek with her sleeve.
She finally understood why her mother had left her so many years ago.
Her mother was trying to keep her safe from a greedy relative.
Mia: She loved me so much that she gave up her house.
Sam: She loved you more than her own life, little one, always.
The sheriff closed the diary and looked at Clara with stern eyes.
Sheriff: Clara, you are under investigation for fraud and hiding legal documents.
Aunt Clara: This is my home and you cannot do this to me!
Sheriff: This house actually belongs to Mia according to this original deed.
Two deputies walked into the room to lead Clara outside into the car.
She shouted angrily as she was taken down the front steps outside.
The big house suddenly became very quiet and peaceful inside the room.
Mr. Miller: Mia, you are now the full owner of this entire estate.
Mia: I do not want to live in this big empty house alone.
Sam: You will never be alone again as long as I am breathing.
Sam knelt down on the soft rug in front of the little girl.
Sam: Your mom made me promise to look after you when time came.
Mia: Can we go live in a small place near the river?
Sam: We can live anywhere you feel safe and happy inside your heart.