Brooke Jennett

Jim tried calling a few times, but I never answered.

I didn't know what to say to him.

If I told him his mom was evil and going to have someone killed, he'd think I was crazy.

Hell, he probably already did, considering I damn near ran into a tornado.

When I finally stopped a few hundred miles away, I called my company and told them I had left.

I also mentioned that they shouldn't send anyone else there under any circumstances.

I don't know if they took me seriously.

When I stopped for gas, I realized I still had Agnes' journal on me.

I filled up my tank, grabbed a bite to eat, and read that thing from cover to cover.

There was a lot of disturbing shit in there.

Stuff I don't like talking about.

Suffice it to say, she absolutely aided in having those four husbands killed.

I got chills reading it.

I thought about throwing it away or burning it, but then I thought I should hold on to it, just in case.

I moved back to Denver and found a local job.

I haven't set out on my world travels just yet, but I'm okay with delaying it for now.

I had a lot of adventure at my last stop.

I never told anyone back home what happened.

I just said I was homesick.

I'm due some easy living for a bit.