She turned on the light and put the kettle on.
Her hands were calm and steady.
Darius followed her, stopping by the table.
“Kiki,” he began cautiously, “did you, by any chance, change the PIN on your card?”
She turned around, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes. I did. Day before yesterday. Why?”
His face fell.
“Why?”
“For security. You were the one who said we need to be careful. So I decided to protect myself.”
He was silent.
Kiana could almost see him frantically trying to figure out what had gone wrong.
The kettle boiled.
She poured water into a mug and dropped in a tea bag.
“And I left the old PIN on my other card,” she continued calmly, stirring her tea. “The spare one. It only has three dollars on it, but the card is active.”
Darius turned even paler.
“Three dollars?”
“Mhm. But the card is linked to the bank’s security service. You know that thing? If someone tries to withdraw a large sum, the bank immediately blocks the operation and calls security. Convenient, right?”
Silence.
It was so heavy that she wanted to open the window and let in some fresh air.
Darius stood with his mouth agape, looking at her as if she were a ghost.
Then he swallowed and ran a hand over his face.
“Did you… did you do that on purpose?”
Kiana sipped her tea.
“Of course I did it on purpose. Did you think I didn’t hear your conversation with your mother in the kitchen about getting the PIN and withdrawing the money?”
