The number made Alexis’s breath catch—not because it was enormous, but because it was enough for one thing that mattered. Tyler. “This doesn’t go toward the fight,” Alexis said immediately. Her voice was firm now.
“This is his. School. A future. Something no one can touch.” Her grandmother smiled then—small, proud. “That’s exactly what I hoped you’d say.” The trust was set up quietly. No drama. No announcement. Just protection, sealed away where Vincent’s hands could never reach.