She’d learned not to show emotion, not to scream back, just to wait quietly until the storm passed and then do whatever was necessary.
A new storm was approaching now, and Kiana knew she needed to be ready.
The next morning, she got up early, dressed quietly, and left the apartment without waking her husband.
It was chilly outside, the wind whipping the hem of her gray jacket as she walked down their Chicago-style brick block toward Main Street.
She walked quickly, almost on autopilot, her mind focused.
The local branch of Midwest Trust Bank sat on the corner across from a Starbucks and a dry cleaner, and it opened exactly at nine o’clock.
Kiana was third in line behind a young mother with a toddler and an elderly man with a cane.
A young teller with a tired face and dark circles under her eyes listened to Kiana’s request and nodded professionally.
“Yes, we can change your PIN code. Of course, that’s a quick process.”
“And can I add one more service?” Kiana asked calmly.
“I need a notification sent to the security department if anyone attempts to withdraw a large sum from either of my accounts.”
The teller looked at her more carefully, her eyes sharpening with understanding.
“Are you worried about potential fraud?”
“Something like that,” Kiana said.
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