(Heather)
I bounced my leg up and down nervously, my arms crossing in front of my chest as looked out the restaurant window nervously.
How did it come to this? How am I the one who has to beg to Viva when Dave f****d up so badly.
The memories of yesterday's phone call made my face scrunch up into a scowl as I looked down at my chipping nail polish..I couldn't even afford a f*****g manicure anymore.
"Dave..what is going on?! I can't access the accounts..the police have raided the house and no one is telling me anything!" I screamed into the phone, not even letting him speak when I saw the number pop up.
"Heather, shut the hell up for one damn second..Jesus christ.." He snapped before letting out a sigh as I began pacing the hotel room I was now staying in.
Luckily we had some cas
