The morning started with a phone call that changed everything.
Kiana had just gotten out of the shower, her hair still dripping wet, when she heard Darius’s phone ringing urgently in the entryway.
He grabbed the phone quickly—too quickly, with the kind of urgency that meant something was happening.
His voice sounded guarded and tense.
“Yeah, Mom. Hey.”
Kiana wrapped herself in her worn terry cloth robe and listened carefully.
The walls in their modest apartment building were thin as paper.
You could hear almost everything if you paid attention.
“Today? Uh, I don’t know,” Darius said after a pause.
He went silent, apparently listening to his mother’s instructions on the other end.
“Okay, fine. Come around six.”
Kiana stepped out of the bathroom, drying her hair slowly with a towel.
Darius stood by the hallway mirror buttoning his work shirt, pretending very hard not to notice her gaze.
“Your mother is coming over?” she asked calmly, as if it didn’t matter.
He shrugged with forced casualness.
“Yeah, she wants to talk about some business thing she’s dealing with.”
“I see.”
Kiana walked into the kitchen and put the kettle on for tea.
Her hands were steady and calm, but inside everything was wound into a tight knot of anticipation.
So it begins, she thought. Right on schedule.
At work that day, Kiana tried to concentrate on the quarterly reports spread across her desk, but her thoughts kept scattering like startled birds.
She kept picturing opening the door that evening and seeing her mother-in-law standing there with that fake smile plastered on her face and that particular look in her eyes—greedy, calculating, assessing.
Ms. Sterling was remarkably skilled at playing the victim, portraying herself as a poor, lonely woman abandoned by everyone except her devoted son.
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