The house settled around them, familiar and safe in a way Alexis hadn’t realized she was starving for. When her hands finally stopped shaking, Alexis straightened in her chair. “I can’t let him do this,” she said quietly. The words surprised her with how certain they sounded.
“Not to Tyler. Not to me.” Her grandmother didn’t interrupt. She waited. Alexis pulled out her phone, then her laptop. She opened accounts she hadn’t looked at in years, bracing herself for disappointment.