“I have to pack up her stuff.” I blurted to no one in particular.
“I’ll help you.” Jenna offered up.

Sure as shit the deposit bag tucked away in Elle’s closet held at least forty thousand dollars in cash. Jenna had dropped onto the bed staring at it in awe. We managed to pack up everything in under two hours and haul it back to my place. I stowed the deposit bag in my gun safe feeling guilty for having it at all. I didn't want money, I wanted Elle.