A part of me was honestly happy that she was going to meet her death, but another part of me realized that we still didn’t have any answers from her in her role in all of this. I mean, we could probably now assume the worst, that her hand was involved in every single death that has happened in the last twenty some years, but just assuming would never be as righteous as knowing the truth.
“Evan…” Slowly drew out from Mrs. Jacobs’ lips, almost sounding like a plea for help, as she stared at him with widened eyes, beyond the point of shock that he was turning a blind eye to what his brother was about to do.
Our father completely turned his back to her, and I watched as he closed his eyes, fighting off the urge to stop his brother, but he had to know that she was guilty beyond what any of
