Lorraine Warren's face was a mask of anguish and terror. Her hands trembled as she pulled out her phone and tried to dial a number. "911... call 911..."
"Don't call!" Jeanette Kensington snatched the phone from her hand, shaking her head frantically. "Don't call..."
Lorraine Warren shouted anxiously, "What are you doing, Jeanette?! He's your father!!"
"What's the point? He's already dead!" Jeanette pointed at Lee Warren. "Look, he's not breathing! He's dead, and he can't be saved!!"
With that, she collapsed into Lorraine Warren's arms. "Mom, I killed someone. I actually killed someone. I didn't mean to."
Lorraine Warren reached out and wiped the tears from her daughter's eyes.
Lee Warren was dead, and her heart was wracked with pain. But she only had this one daughter; she couldn't just send her to prison.
