“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...