“I don’t know, Mom. That sounds really risky.”
“Risky? What risk is there really? She won’t even figure it out for days. And even if she does somehow, so what? You’ll just say you didn’t know anything about it. You’ll say a hacker compromised the account. That happens all the time these days.”
“What if she calls the bank immediately?”
“So what if she does? The bank will just shrug their shoulders. Security failure, they’ll say. But the card was in her possession. No one but her knew the PIN code. She’ll end up blaming herself for not being more careful. Trust me, it’ll be absolutely fine.”
Kiana slowly, carefully closed the door without making a sound.
Everything inside her had frozen into solid ice.
She wasn’t surprised—not really.
For some reason, she wasn’t surprised at all.
She’d known Ms. Sterling was capable of a lot, but for Darius to actively support it, to go along with stealing from his own wife—that was the real blow.
Not a devastating blow, but a precise one that hit exactly where it would hurt most.
She returned to the bed, sat down carefully, and folded her hands in her lap.
She needed to think clearly, weigh all her options, decide what to do next.
But the decision had essentially been made already, days ago when she’d walked into that bank.
That morning, standing on those bank steps, Kiana had smiled faintly, barely noticeably.
Let them try, she’d thought.
And now they were about to.
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