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.
In reality, she had a perfectly decent Social Security check every month, a paid-off one-bedroom condo in a decent neighborhood downtown, and healthy legs that definitely didn’t require dragging Darius to her weekend place every single Saturday.
But Darius believed her performance—or at least pretended to believe it.
Kiana closed another file full of numbers and leaned back heavily in her office chair.
Outside the window, she could see gray rooftops, bare tree branches, and the dull color of old asphalt stretching into the distance.
A dull October day, one of thousands she’d lived through.
Only this day was special, different.
She felt it in every single cell of her body.
Kiana arrived home exactly at six o’clock, as she always did.
She climbed the four flights of stairs slowly, unlocked the door, and immediately heard voices coming from the kitchen.
Darius and his mother were already sitting at the small kitchen table, drinking tea from her good china cups.
A box of store-bought chocolate cream puffs sat on the table between them, sticky and sickeningly sweet.
“Oh, Kiki, come in, come in,” Ms. Sterling said, waving her hand as if she were inviting Kiana into her own home instead of the other way around.
“Darius and I are having some tea. Join us, dear.”
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