And it did.
Darius carefully, almost soundlessly, pushed the blanket aside.
The bed creaked slightly under his weight.
He froze, apparently checking if she had woken up.
Kiana breathed steadily, deeply, feigning sleep.
He got up, walked to the door, and quietly closed it behind him.
Footsteps in the hall.
The squeak of a floorboard.
The click of the bathroom lock.
Kiana opened her eyes.
The darkness was dense, but she could distinguish the outlines of the furniture, the window, the dresser, the walls.
Her heart was beating steadily, almost calmly, but her hands trembled slightly as she raised them and clenched them into fists.
A muffled voice came from the bathroom.
Darius was speaking softly, in a half whisper, but the walls were thin—very thin.
“Mom, are you ready?”
A pause.
He was listening to Ms. Sterling’s reply.
“Write down the PIN. 3‑8‑0‑6. The card is in her purse. The black Midwest Trust one. Take it all. She’s got over a hundred and twenty thousand in there.”
Kiana closed her eyes.
There it was.
The exact thing she had been waiting for.
Now, in this moment, everything was decided, finally.
There was no more doubt, hesitation, or pity.
Only cold, clear certainty.
