People were rushing to work, dragging shopping bags, clutching takeout cups.
An ordinary morning in an ordinary midwestern city.
But inside her, everything had changed.
She was ready.
That evening, Darius started the conversation about money again, this time more carefully, avoiding sharp corners.
“Hey, have you thought about opening a CD?” he asked, poking his fork at his pasta.
“The interest rates are good. It’s a smart move.”
Kiana shrugged.
“I thought about it, but I haven’t decided yet. What if the card gets stolen or the account is hacked? There are so many scams these days.”
He smirked.
“They won’t steal it.”
“What makes you so confident?” she wanted to say.
Because, Darius, your mother is going to try to steal it.
But she kept silent, only looking at him with a long, calm gaze.
He was the first to look away.
