They returned home and went straight to Jeanette Kensington's room. Lorraine Warren locked the door and faced Jeanette, her eyes darting away, as if she couldn't bring herself to look up.
"Jeanette, Mom…"
Tears streamed down Jeanette Kensington's face, her eyes bloodshot as she demanded of Lorraine Warren, "What did he mean just now? Why did you give him money? Couldn't you have just thrown out a lowlife like him? We could've called the police! Why did you give him the money? Did he scare you? Say something! Hurry up and say it!!"
"Jeanette, you need to calm down." Lorraine Warren sighed, lowering her head. "He wasn't like this over twenty years ago. He was sentenced to twenty-eight years in prison for accidentally stabbing someone. I never imagined that he would get hooked on gambling shortly after his release and turn into… this degenerate wreck."
