Annabel's POV

I was watching the news that evening for the umpteenth time. The one that clearly captured Mr Davis being cuffed and escorted into the police van and Vivian avoiding the cameras with her head bowed.

A satisfied smile adorned my lips and I could not stop putting the video on replay. I am close to my goal. Soon, my late daughter and mother will rest in peace knowing that their death was avenged.

I sipped my wine and wondered how Mr Davis was faring in jail. I had managed to ...