She felt calm inside, with no desire to argue or make accusations.
All of that was in the past, and she didn’t want to go back there.
That same evening, Darius called.
Kiana stared at the name on the screen for a long time.
Then, finally, she answered.
“Yes, Darius?”
“Hello, Kiki. Hi, it’s me.”
“I hear you. What do you need?”
A pause.
He clearly hadn’t expected such a cold tone.
“I wanted to talk. Can we… talk?”
“Go ahead.”
Another pause.
“I’m living with Mom in her one‑bedroom condo. We’re cramped. Very cramped. We’re fighting all the time. She nags me every day, saying everything went wrong because of me. She says, ‘If I hadn’t gotten involved in that card thing, we’d be living normally right now.’”
Kiana laughed quietly.
“And what do you want me to say? That I pity you?”
“No, I just… I just wanted you to know. I’m having a hard time. A really hard time.”
“Darius, I’m sorry to hear that, of course, but that was your choice. You chose your mother and her greed. Now you have to live with the consequences.”
He sighed heavily.
“Will you ever forgive me?”
“Forgive?”
Kiana considered.
Maybe someday she would forgive when enough time had passed and the pain had completely dulled.
But she didn’t want to forgive him now.
“I don’t know, Darius. Possibly. But definitely not now. And even if I forgive you, we won’t get back together. That’s impossible.”
“I understand,” he said quietly, almost in a whisper.
“Forgive me for everything.”
She didn’t answer.
