Most of them were thin, half-empty—exactly what she expected after Vincent had locked her out. Then she remembered the old one. A small savings account she’d opened years ago and deliberately forgotten.
Money she’d set aside and rolled into a fixed deposit, telling herself it was for later. For emergencies. For something she hoped would never happen. The balance loaded. Alexis stared at the screen. It wasn’t enough to rebuild a life. It wasn’t freedom.