SENTENCED TO DEATH

“Aveline.” I was so sure that I’d never heard that name in my life. ‘Was that my Grandmother’s name or something?’ I wondered, still knowing I was wrong. My mother had told me her mother’s name was Esther and not this. So who was this Aveline? Not thinking too much of it, I unclasped the hook, wearing the diamond necklace on my neck. And for some reason, it felt right to be there. I picked up my phone, scrolling through the pictures I had taken of the newspapers. I switched to my browser, searching for ‘Harold Blackwood.’ My eyes flared in shock as I took in the many news and medical reports that immediately popped up on my feed. My gaze shifted to a blurry picture, of a man and a woman, but the face of the man was unmistakable—my father. I might have not seen him for over three years, heaven knows where he was, but I’m so sure Vivian knew where he was hiding and for some reason she kept it a secret. I don’t care about him, and if he were dead, then I pray he remained dead after how he