Elena: Please, Mr. Vance, you have to hurry! She locked her downstairs!

Mark: Elena, calm down! What are you talking about? Who did Victoria lock up?

Elena: Your daughter! She locked little Lily in the heavy cellar room!

The expensive crystal glass shattered across the marble floor of the grand estate, spilling deep red wine like a stain across the polished white tiles.

Victoria: Don't listen to this hysterical woman, Mark. She fell and hit her head. She is making no sense at all.

Elena: I am not crazy! THE CELLAR! SHE LOCKED LILY INSIDE!

Mark: Victoria, give me those keys right now!

Victoria: Mark, darling, don't let a clumsy maid ruin our celebration dinner. Lily is upstairs sleeping peacefully in her bedroom.

Elena: She is lying! Check the room! Check the cellar!

Mark stepped over the broken glass, his face pale as he stared at his new wife. Victoria stood near the archway, holding a heavy ring of solid brass keys with a cold, unbothered smile on her face.

Mark: Hand them over. Now.

Victoria: Fine. Search the dark basement if you want to waste your time on a maid's wild delusion.

The metal felt icy cold in Mark's palm as he snatched the keys. He spun around and rushed down the long, dimly lit hallway toward the heavy steel door of the wine vault.

Mark: Lily! Can you hear me?

He shoved the heavy brass key into the lock and turned it. The heavy deadbolt clicked back with a sound like a gunshot ringing through the empty hall.

He yanked the vault door open and stared into the dark, cold stone staircase leading down into the basement below.

Mark: Lily!

His footsteps echoed loudly as he sprinted down the damp stone steps, his heart hammering against his ribs.

At the bottom of the stairs, lying motionless on the freezing concrete floor, was seven-year-old Lily. Her small hand was wrapped tightly around her favorite stuffed bunny.

Mark: Oh God! Lily, baby, wake up!

Lily: Daddy... I can't... breathe...

Mark: Where is your inhaler? Where is it?

Mark dropped to his knees, his hands trembling as he lifted his daughter into his arms. He grabbed the small pink medical inhaler lying inches from her fingers and pressed it to her lips.

Mark: Take a breath, sweetie. Deep breath!

Lily gasped, her tiny chest heaving as the medicine reached her lungs. She opened her eyes slowly, looking up at him with tears streaming down her pale cheeks.

Lily: She's still here... Daddy, she did it on purpose...