my phone rang. When I saw Alexis’s name, my heart stopped.
“Hello,” I said carefully.
“Mom.” Her voice was so small, so broken. “It’s me.”
“Alexis.”
“I need to talk to you. Christopher left me.” She started to cry—not angry tears, but the tears of someone completely shattered. “He said if I couldn’t give him access to money or property, there was no point continue reading …
