Spring had fully arrived.
The trees were covered with young leaves.
Kids were riding bikes in the courtyard.
Someone was planting flowers in a bed near the front entrance.
Life continued—ordinary, simple, without drama or betrayal.
And that was wonderful.
Michael called that evening and suggested they drive out of town on the weekend to see an old historic plantation‑style estate that had been turned into a museum, and walk through the park around it.
Kiana gladly accepted.
They drove out on Saturday.
The estate was beautiful and well‑maintained, with a pond and century‑old oak trees draped in moss.
They walked slowly, talking and laughing.
Michael told stories from his hiking trips and showed her photographs on his phone.
Kiana listened, thinking how easy it was to be with him.
No tension, no unspoken words.
Just warmth and calm.
On the way back, Michael suddenly asked,
“Kiana, have you thought about the future? About what happens in a year or two?”
She looked out the car window at the fields and groves flashing by.
“I’ve thought about it, but I don’t make concrete plans. I live for today. It’s simpler and calmer.”
He nodded wisely.
They fell silent, and the silence was light and comfortable.
By summer, Kiana had fully settled into her new position at work.
Everything was going well.
Her boss praised her, and her colleagues respected her.
She even considered signing up for advanced certification courses.
She wanted to keep moving, keep growing, not stand still.
In June, Shauna brought news again.
“Listen,” she said over the phone. “Tammy says Darius and his mother finally sold the condo—for next to nothing, of course, but they sold it. They split up. He’s renting a room somewhere on the outskirts. She moved in with her sister in the country. They never managed to split anything peacefully. They just had one final massive fight.”
