Jackson Kensington followed Lorraine Warren's gaze, and in the next instant, the color drained from his face.
His mouth fell slightly agape, and his pupils dilated in a mixture of confusion and terror.
"You... you..." He raised a trembling finger, unable to form a complete sentence as he shook his head and took a step back.
The gift box didn't contain some horrific object, but a photograph of Rose Kenway. With a face still touched by youth, Rose Kenway's smile was as fresh and elegant as a gardenia in bloom. The picture was taken in her nineteenth year—the prime of her youth, and the year she first met Jackson Kensington.
Naomi Kenway had found this photograph in a treasured box belonging to Rose Kenway. She still remembered the blissful smile on her mother's face as she told her the story behind it.
Rose Kenway had said that Jackson Kensington took this picture himself, a memento from their first date.
