MIA'S POVI sat leaning my back to Davon's grave. Screaming his name inside my head. Hoping he could hear me. The sun will set in a few hours, and Davon will return to the notebook again. No one will come and save me. "Davon, I'm in your grave. I'm lost. Please come and get me, please…"Alone and scared, I called Davon inside my head repeatedly. Worrying about my safety and Oliver's. He was left alone in the house by now. Jaret doesn't care and would go as he pleases. Shame on him. Sometimes I prayed for his death during a police operation. That's not good, but his demise means freedom for my family. "Huh?" I heard a rustling sound by the thick bushes. Afraid it could be a snake, I hurtled to stand and back off. Soon, darkness will take over, and the forest will be home to many predators lurking at night. I decided to hide in the old house. The massive door was hard to open. Using my remaining strength, I pushed it harder until it creaked open. It was an old house but was built

DAVON'S POV "What the heck?!" My head bumped into cardboard when I was sucked out of the notebook. I am six foot two, and that space was only about five foot something. I needed to duck my head a little going out. Mia put me in her closet last night. I remember now. When I opened the door, Oliver stood before me, still perturbed. But I could see from the look in his eyes that he had a lot of questions for me. "Hello, Oliver." Oliver waves his hand quietly. Observing my every move. "My Dad will be home soon. Are you going to stay here or go with Mia to work? We can hang out in my room if you like. I'll tell Dad that you're my friend!" Oliver was full of enthusiasm. I just remembered my brother from him. I wonder what he looks like after so many decades. "Of course, we are friends! But I don't think your Dad would want a stranger to hang out in your room," I kneeled and rubbed his arm, "Tell you what, we could hang out one of these days, and I will show you my land." "Really? Pink

DAVON'S POVI thought we lost Jaret. But he tracked us down. He was clobbering the door and yelling like a psycho. Forcing Theo's family to come out. "What the heck? Theo Nolan, are you sure you didn't do anything against the law?" Aunt Criselda asked. "Aunty, we are telling the truth. He's here because of me. I am the one he needs, so I am going to face him," I was about to approach the door, but Aunt Criselda and Grandma stopped me. "You are not going anywhere, son. If you surrender to Jaret, he'll beat you or, worst, put you in jail and kill you! I'll handle this. Theo, go to the basement and bring Davon with you. You two hide in there and don't come out," Grandma instructed.At first, I hesitated. I don't want them to get involved. Jaret would be violent and hurt them. "Come on, Davon!" Theo urged. We went to the kitchen, and he pulled up the top of the table, revealing a stair going under. We got in and closed it. Jaret entered the house. Aunt Criselda was shouting at him, fo

MIA'S POV When Cheska came back inside, I immediately asked her about the phone call. And as always, she didn't hold back and informed us that her Aunt Vera was planning to visit our town. "When?" I was eager to know. For sure, her aunt would search the notebook. We should find a way to break the curse by that time. "Not sure when. She didn't say, but she'll call again if it happens. Why?" asked Mia."Nothing. We haven't heard that name before. I don't remember you mentioning her. I was just concerned if you would be absent again. You know we are not used to not having you around. Right, Theo?" I glared at Theo. "Yeah, that's right," Theo answered and glared back. I pretended to check my phone, but I texted him to explain later. Cheska nodded and told us that Vera was her Mom's sister. Once in a while, they organized a family reunion on both sides of her parents. And it had been so many years since they last gathered. Her mother was planning to do it this year or the next. Depends

MIA’S POV “No, he’s not! What Davon meant was freed of, ah, poverty? Yeah, that’s exactly it!” I reasoned, stuttering. “We should go to the table.” “Wait, you said this is his first time to celebrate his birthday. We should take a picture!” Aunt Criselda took out his phone. Theo quickly offered his. “That is beautiful! Send that to me,” Aunt Criselda requested. Theo wasn’t sure what to do and turned to me. I nodded, and he sent us all the pictures. “Enough with the pictures. The food is getting warm,” Grandma urged. We followed her to the dining room and were amused seeing all the food. I didn’t know cornbread was his favorite next to meat. “Did you make all these?” Davon was drooling with all the food. “We did. It’s not much, but I hope you like it,” I said. “Are you kidding me? This is perfect! Thank you so much, Mia!” Davon hugged us all. Aunt Criselda and Grandma were happy that Davon appreciated our effort and praised him for having such a good soul. While eating, Theo gav