Alexander's POV

I step down from my truck just as Avery slips out of her car, her expression already primed for mischief and calm alike.

"Want me to back you up, or should I stay with her?" she asks, nodding toward Brittany, who sits quietly in the passenger seat.

"Stay with her for now," I say, already mapping out the plan in my mind. "I need to deal with Mom, and I don't want Brittany to get freaked out. If I have to send Mom and that... skeleton ...