When you hate someone, you remember them. Not just what they did, but every detail of their face. Every trauma they put you through, every emotion they made you feel.
And Jessa hated that woman—her brother's woman—so much that she often had nightmares about her. She hated her and Jason so much that she wished for their deaths. And if they died, she knew she would laugh at their graves and celebrate.
They—Jason and Priscilla—took everything from her. Their parents, their home, her future—her life.
The rage and trauma took a long time to heal. A very long time, with the help of a patient man who was Jessa's only saving grace. Had it not been for Lester, she knew that, if not prison, she would have ended up living a life far different from the one she had before meeting Allison. After all, she lost her parents because of her brother and that woman. And she lost her home because they sold it for their gambling addiction.