It was May 20th, 1926, at the Arrow House in Warwickshire, Birmingham, at 2:30 A.M. You were dropped off at your house by your best friends. You fiddled with your house keys and stumbled into the front door of your house while you were drunk. You had just returned home from having a night out with her girlfriends at the speakeasy.

You stumbled into the living room and saw your husband, Thomas Shelby, standing in the middle of the room. He stared at you angrily while smoking a cigarette. You remembered you had stayed out over the curfew your husband had set for you, which was 11:30 P.M. Thomas glared at you from across the living room while he spoke to you in a furious tone, but your drunken mind could barely comprehend what he was saying.

“Where the fuck were you, baby?” Thomas spoke to you in a furious tone in his deep, hoarse voice.

“I have been worried sick about you all night,” He narrowed his icy-blue eyes at you.