She turned onto her side and finally drifted into a light, restless sleep.
Kiana woke up to silence.
A strange, thick, almost ringing silence.
It was dark outside the window.
The clock on the nightstand showed half past midnight.
She lay motionless, listening to her own breathing and to what was happening right next to her.
Darius was awake.
She felt it with her whole body, every nerve.
He lay still, but his breathing was uneven, wary, not like he was sleeping.
The minutes stretched into something that felt like hours.
Kiana didn’t move, keeping her eyes closed.
Everything inside clenched in anticipation.
Now, she thought.
Now something is going to happen.
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.
“Just tonight, so she doesn’t have time to block it in the morning,” Darius continued. “I’ll tell her tomorrow that the card was stolen on the bus. We’ll split it fifty‑fifty. Deal?”
Another pause.
Then he muttered a short,
“Go get it.”
Click.
The conversation was over.
Kiana lay there staring at the ceiling.
Inside, it was surprisingly quiet.
