***Jessica’s POV***
I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. The woman that raised me, whom I thought was my adoptive mom, was my aunt?! Images of her severed head came flooding back, and I began sobbing uncontrollably.
“Jessica sweetie, what’s wrong?” She pulled my head into her chest and rubbed soothing circles on my back, but nothing could calm me down. I was too traumatized to speak. I don’t know how much time has passed since I started crying, but my sobs have slowly turned into hiccups.
“He…he killed her.” My voice was barely audible. Her body went stiff as a board, and her arms dropped from around me.
“Who?” Her voice was distant and void of emotion. Suddenly it was like I couldn’t speak. I’d never had to tell someone that their loved one had died.
“M..my adoptive mom, Rebe
