Only this day was special.
She felt it in every cell.
Kiana got home exactly at six.
She climbed the four flights of stairs, unlocked the door, and immediately heard voices.
Darius and his mother were sitting in the kitchen, drinking tea.
A box of store‑bought chocolate cream puffs sat on the table, sticky and sickeningly sweet.
“Oh, Kiki, come in, come in,” Ms. Sterling said, waving her hand as if inviting her into her own home.
“Darius and I are having some tea. Join us.”
Kiana took off her jacket, hung it up, and walked into the kitchen.
Her mother‑in‑law was dressed to the nines—a light blouse, dark slacks, hair set in neat waves, and a fresh, subtle beige manicure.
The classic sixty‑something American woman who took care of herself and wanted everyone to notice.
“Hello, Ms. Sterling.”
Kiana sat down on the edge of a chair and poured herself tea from the pot.
“How are you, dear?”
Her mother‑in‑law was smiling, but her eyes were cold and scrutinizing.
“Working a lot. Tired, as usual.”