Esme's eyes snapped to her, a flicker of hope piercing through the haze of rage. "What place?" she demanded, her tone laced with impatience. "Quit wasting my time, Jenny. Spit it out."
Jenny hesitated, her brow furrowing as she chose her words carefully. "Mother never told anyone about it... but I found out by chance. When Ray's father was still alive, she was obsessed with marrying him. So obsessed that she built him a house—a place he dreamed of, a house he always wanted."
Esme's irritation flared, impatience twisting her features. "And where the hell is this place?" Her voice was sharp, biting. "Stop speaking in riddles, Jenny!"
Jenny sighed, shaking her head, her own frustration creeping into her voice. "I'm not telling you a riddle. I don't know where it is. If I knew, I would've torn that place apart by now, searching for answers myself."