Family United

EPISODE THREE

We arrived at the police station, and my sister’s eyes widened as she saw Oluwadamilare sitting in a cell, his eyes sunken and his face pale.

“Oluwadamilare!” she exclaimed, rushing to the cell. “What happened?”

Oluwadamilare looked up, his eyes filled with tears. “Mom, I didn’t do it. I swear. Dapo and I were arguing, and then he ran away. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

My sister’s face contorted in anguish. “Oh, my son. What have you gotten yourself into?”

I stood outside the cell, my eyes fixed on Oluwadamilare. I knew he was telling the truth. He wouldn’t hurt anyone. But the evidence was against him.

A police officer approached us. “I’m afraid we have evidence that suggests otherwise, ma’am. We found him with a knife at the scene of the crime.”

My sister’s eyes flashed with anger. “That doesn’t mean he did it! Dapo must have planted it there to frame him.”

The officer raised an eyebrow. “We’ll investigate, ma’am. But for now, we have to keep him in custody.”

I knew we had to act fast. We had to find Dapo and get to the bottom of this. I turned to my sister. “Let’s go. We need to find Dapo and clear Oluwadamilare’s name.”

My sister nodded, her eyes filled with determination. “Let’s go. We can’t waste any time.”

We quickly left the police station and started searching for Dapo. We asked around, showing his picture we received from Oluwadamilare’s phone to people in the area, but no one seemed to have seen him.

As we searched, my mind raced with thoughts of Oluwadamilare’s situation. I knew he was innocent, and I was determined to prove it.

After what felt like hours of searching, we finally got a lead. A local vendor told us he had seen Dapo hiding in an abandoned building on the outskirts of town.

We quickly made our way to the building, our hearts pounding with anticipation. As we approached, I could feel my anger and determination growing.

We entered the building, calling out Dapo’s name. But there was no response.

We couldn't find Dapo that day, no matter how hard we searched. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

My sister and I looked at each other, frustrated and worried. "We'll have to do this tomorrow, it getting dark already." I said finally.

We headed back to her shop, our minds racing with thoughts of Oluwadamilare's situation and Dapo's whereabouts. As soon as we arrived, my sister locked up the shop and we headed to our family house, determined to figure out our next move.

As we walked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Something didn't feel right. And I knew that we had to get to the bottom of it before it was too late.

When we got home, it was already dark. I decided to prepare a meal myself, considering my sister's situation. I knew we weren't that close, but I felt a sense of responsibility to take care of her and my nephew, at least for the time being. After all, she was my blood, and I couldn't just leave her to fend for herself in this difficult time.

As I cooked, my mind wandered to Oluwadamilare and the events of the day. I couldn't believe what had happened, and I was determined to help my sister get to the bottom of it.

When the meal was ready, I called out to my sister, who was sitting in the living room, looking exhausted. "Come and eat, sis," I said gently.

She got up and came to the table, her eyes red from crying. I handed her a plate and we sat down to eat in silence, the only sound being the clinking of utensils on plates.

As we ate, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. Our family was going through a tough time, and I didn't know how we would get through it. But I was determined to support my sister and my nephew, no matter what.