Delilah's POV
The box was empty.
The hysterical laughter died in my throat as I stared at the bare cardboard bottom where three hundred and forty-seven dollars should have been.
Three hundred and forty-seven dollars that I'd scraped together one painful dollar at a time over two weeks of extra shifts and skipped meals and walking until my feet bled, and now all of it was gone.
My hands started shaking so badly the empty box fell from my lap and hit the floor with a hollow thud that seemed to echo through my chest.
This couldn't be happening. I'd been so careful about hiding it, checking it every night before bed and making sure no one saw me adding to my stash.
Maybe I'd moved it.
Or maybe in my paranoia about the brothers finding it, I'd hidden the money somewhere else and forgot
