ELLA’S POV

I stormed downstairs and found Marilyn and Jack in the living room watching TV when I stood in front of them so they couldn’t see the screen.

“Where is it?” I demanded.

“Where’s what?” Marilyn asked. Fake innocence plastered across her face.

“Where’s my money?” I demanded.

“Oh that? Yeah, I needed booze.” Jack said casually.

“You spent my savings on alcohol?” I asked.

“Well, yeah. It’s not cheap stuff.” He said, trying to look around me to see the TV.

I stood there staring at them as they were acting so nonchalantly about spending my savings. The money that I worked my ass off for, just to...