Family United

EPISODE TWELVE

We left the shop, determined to bring Sarah’s uncle to justice and clear Oluwadamilare’s name. I turned to my sister and asked, “Big Sis, can I get my car key back? I’ll drive us to the police station.”

Tola handed me the key, and I unlocked my car. We all got in, with Tunde and Dapo in the backseat and my sister in the front with me. I started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, heading towards the police station.

As we drove, we discussed what we would tell the police and how we would present our case. My sister, Tola, was quiet, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. I knew she was thinking about Sarah and the injustice that had been done to her, as well as Oluwadamilare’s wrongful accusation.

After a few minutes, we arrived at the station and got out of the car. We walked in together, a united front, ready to tell our story and bring Sarah’s uncle to justice, while also clearing Oluwadamilare’s name. It became clear that the officers were skeptical of Dapo’s tale.

"I'm telling you, it was Sarah's uncle who killed her!" Dapo exclaimed. "He's the one who ordered me to kill her, but I couldn't bring myself to do it!"

The officer raised an eyebrow. "And why should we believe you? You're just a criminal trying to save your own skin."

I stepped forward, trying to defend Dapo. "He's telling the truth! We have evidence that proves Sarah's uncle was involved in her murder."

But the officer shook his head. "We've already got enough evidence to convict Oluwadamilare. We don't need your help to solve this case."

I felt a surge of frustration. "But you're not listening! Oluwadamilare is innocent! You're making a mistake!"

The officer sighed. "Look, we'll take your statements, but I doubt it will make a difference. You'll need to bring your lawyer to the trial next . "We're going to get you out of here, week if you want to prove your case."

We left the station, feeling defeated. But we refused to give up. We visited Oluwadamilare in his cell, determined to keep his spirits up.

"Hey, Oluwadamilare," I said, trying to sound cheerfuldon't worry."

Oluwadamilare looked up at us, his eyes filled with despair. "I don't know, guys. It looks like the evidence is stacked against me."

Tunde put a hand on his shoulder. "We believe in you, man. We know you didn't do it."

My sister, Tola, nodded in agreement. "We'll do everything we can to prove your innocence. You're not going to rot in here for a crime you didn't commit."

Oluwadamilare smiled weakly. "Thanks, guys. Just knowing you're on my side makes me feel a little better."

We chatted with him for a bit longer, trying to keep his spirits up. As we left the cell, I turned to my sister and Tunde. "We need to get to work on gathering more evidence. We can't let Oluwadamilare go down for this.