A new storm was approaching now, and Kiana knew she needed to be ready.
The next day, she got up early, dressed, and left the apartment without waking her husband.
It was chilly outside, the wind whipping the hem of her gray jacket as she walked down their Chicago‑style brick block toward Main Street.
She walked quickly, almost on autopilot.
The local branch of Midwest Trust Bank, on the corner across from a Starbucks and a dry cleaner, opened exactly at nine.
Kiana was third in line.
A young teller with a tired face listened to her request and nodded.
“Yes, we can change your PIN. Of course, that’s quick.”
“And can I add one more service?” Kiana asked.
“I need a notification sent to the security department if anyone attempts to withdraw a large sum.”
The teller looked at her carefully.
“Are you worried about fraud?”
“Something like that.”
Twenty minutes later, everything was done.
The PIN on her main account card—where the hundred and twenty thousand dollars lay—was changed.
The old PIN, 3806, remained on her spare card, the one with exactly three dollars on it.
Kiana had set that card up years ago for small, quick purchases, but had long since stopped using it.
Now, that card might come in handy.
Kiana left the bank and paused on the steps, breathing in the cold air that smelled faintly of exhaust and distant diner coffee.
