*Retta*

My heart is racing, and there’s a rock in the pit of my stomach big enough to make me want to throw up. Desperately, I pull up another floorboard, thinking maybe my money fell to the side or something and it’s still there.

But there’s no sign of my money bag.

I feel like I can’t even take a breath. I’ve never felt this out of control in my life. I look around the room, trying to remember if maybe I didn’t really put the gold coins into the floor like ...