Late at night, a burlap sack, blood...
The combination of these things was undoubtedly terrifying.
The evil deeds committed by Jackson Kensington and Lorraine Warren might be far more than just forging the will.
Naomi Kenway felt a chill run through her body, and her heart felt like it was being pricked by needles.
The waves crashed against the reefs on the shore, one after another. She couldn't help but imagine the scene from all those years ago.
She remembered how much her mother had once loved Jackson Kensington. If this really was a murder, how devastated her mother must have been the moment she realized the truth, how suffocating it must have felt to be trapped in a burlap sack, how painful the car explosion must have been, and how utterly desperate she must have felt as she plunged into the sea...
Naomi Kenway felt a stinging in her nose and couldn't stop the tears from falling.
A large, gentle hand next to her wiped away her tears.
