Mark: Hold my hand tight, Lily. We're getting in the cab now.
Lily: Daddy, where are we going? Do we have a home?
Mark: We're going to a hotel tonight. Tomorrow, we get our lives back.
Lily: Is Mommy really in heaven?
Mark: Yes, baby... she's watching over us. I'm so sorry I wasn't there...
Lily: Mommy told me not to be mad at you. She said you were working hard to send medicine.
Mark: She knew? Even when the money stopped?
Lily: She said someone bad was tricking us, but that you loved us forever.
Mark: God, Sarah... I'm so sorry...
The yellow cab pulled away from the grand Dallas country club, leaving behind ruined flower arrangements and stunned high-society guests. Inside the backseat, Mark pulled out his personal phone and dialed a number he hadn't called in years.
Attorney Vance: Mark? Isn't this your wedding hour?
Mark: David, I need your help. As a defense attorney and my old college roommate, I need you right now.
Attorney Vance: What happened? You sound like you're choking back tears.
Mark: Clara and her father... they forged foreclosure documents on Sarah's house. They stole my wire transfers meant for her treatments.
Attorney Vance: What?! Sarah? Is she okay?
Mark: Sarah died four days ago, David. They starved her out of her home while I thought she was in hospice care in Houston.
Attorney Vance: Oh my God. Mark, that's grand larceny, wire fraud, and criminal negligence resulting in death!
Mark: I have all the transaction receipts from my end. But I need you to pull the property records for Sarah's cottage in Austin.
Attorney Vance: I'm opening my laptop right now. Give me five minutes.
Lily: Daddy, look... baby Mia is sleeping.
Mark: She looks just like your mother did, Lily.
Lily: Mommy left a letter for you in my shoe. I hid it so the bad lady wouldn't steal it.
Mark: A letter?
Lily: Here... it's a little crumpled.
Mark: "My dearest Mark... if Lily is giving you this, it means my battle is over..."
Mark: "Do not blame yourself. A woman named Clara came to my room two months ago..."
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