“Honest about what?”
“If you don’t help us, he’s going to have to tell people that you’re controlling, that you have an unhealthy need to keep me under your thumb. He’s going to say you’re manipulative.”
I stood from the porch step, my legs suddenly unsteady. “Alexis, that’s a direct threat.”
“It’s not a threat, Mom. It’s reality. That’s what he’ll continue reading …
