It was gone and she would have to accept it. Again. Pinky dropped the mattress and collapsed against it. Tears burned her eyes but she wouldn’t cry; she’d cried enough.
Putting money under the mattress had been a stupid idea, but all the less conspicuous places had already proven bad as well. She’d hoped…
Well. What do you do in a break-in prone hole-in-the-wall without even a hole in the wall for stashing things? When you’ve been robbed every time you set foot near a bank?
