Chapter 4 - What Marcus Knew
Darius slept on the couch.
He did not announce it.
He simply took a pillow from the bedroom, placed his phone charger beside the armrest, and lay down fully dressed.
Kiara stood in the hallway watching him.
“You don’t have to do that.”
Darius looked at the ceiling.
“Yes, I do.”
She waited.
When he said nothing else, she returned to the bedroom and closed the door.
Neither slept much.
At 6:20 the next morning, Darius woke to the smell of coffee.
For one disorienting second, everything felt normal.
Then he saw the budget notebook on the coffee table.
The memory returned all at once.
$4,800.
Marcus.
The guarantee.
The suspicious renewal.
He sat up.
Kiara was at the kitchen table with her laptop open.
Her braids were tied back now.
She looked exhausted.
“I called out of work for the morning.”
Darius walked past her toward the coffee maker.
“Why?”
“I’m calling Cedar View when the office opens.”
He poured coffee.
“Good.”
“I’m going to figure out whether that renewal is real.”
“Good.”
She looked at him.
“Can we talk?”
“We are talking.”
“You know what I mean.”
Darius leaned against the counter.
“I don’t know what anything means right now.”
Kiara winced.
Her phone buzzed.
Marcus.
She ignored it.
Then it rang.
Darius looked at the screen.
“You should answer.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I do.”
Kiara hesitated before pressing speaker.
“Hello?”
Marcus’s voice sounded irritated rather than grateful.
“You okay?”
Kiara looked at Darius.
“Why?”
“You stopped answering.”
“I was asleep.”
“Nah. Something happened.”
Darius watched Kiara carefully.
Marcus knew her rhythm.
That bothered him.
Kiara said, “Darius saw the transfer.”
Silence.
Then Marcus exhaled.
“Damn.”
Not surprise.
Not confusion.
Just damn.
Darius felt something inside him harden.
Marcus continued.
“Look, K, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
Darius almost laughed.
Kiara said, “Did you send me a fake lease renewal?”
The line went quiet.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Why would I send you something fake?”
“Did the leasing office give you that document?”
Another pause.
“Yeah.”
“Who?”
“I don’t remember her name.”
“You live there.”
“So?”
“So you know the property manager.”
Marcus’s voice sharpened.
“I don’t like what you’re implying.”
Darius mouthed, Keep going.
Kiara took a breath.
“You told me I was still legally responsible.”
“You are.”
“How do you know?”
“Because your name is on the paperwork.”
“Did I sign that renewal?”
Marcus laughed softly.
“Kiara, come on.”
Her expression changed.
“What does that mean?”
“It means you signed so much stuff back then. You probably don’t remember.”
“I remember signing the original guarantee.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t remember signing a renewal.”
“You did.”
“When?”
“I don’t know. Online.”
“Send me the signing confirmation.”
Marcus became quiet.
Darius stepped closer to the phone.
Marcus heard movement.
“Is he there?”
Kiara did not answer.
Marcus laughed again, differently this time.
“Of course.”
Darius spoke.
“Morning, Marcus.”
Kiara shut her eyes.
Marcus went silent.
Darius kept his voice calm.
“I have one question.”
“Man, this ain’t got nothing to do with you.”
Darius stared at the phone.
“You took forty-eight hundred dollars from my household yesterday.”
“From Kiara.”
“From a joint account.”
“That’s between y’all.”
“No. You made it between us when you accepted it.”
Marcus sighed.
“I was about to get put out.”
“How much rent were you behind?”
Kiara’s eyes lifted.
Marcus paused.
“Why?”
“Because you asked for forty-eight hundred.”
“That was what I owed.”
“To Cedar View?”
“Yes.”
Darius looked at Kiara.
She nodded faintly.
“Then we’ll confirm that this morning.”
Marcus’s tone changed.
“Why you doing all that?”
“Because receipts don’t get nervous.”
Silence.
Darius continued.
“If you owed forty-eight hundred, management can document it.”
“Man, I already paid it.”
“Perfect. Then there’s a receipt.”
Marcus breathed into the phone.
Finally he said, “Kiara, you really letting him interrogate me?”
That sentence mattered.
Not because it was insulting.
Because it was familiar.
Marcus spoke as though he and Kiara were on one side and Darius was outside it.
Kiara heard it too.
Her face tightened.
“This isn’t about Darius interrogating you.”
“It sure sound like it.”
“I asked you for proof.”
“After I told you what happened.”
“And I trusted you.”
“There you go.”
Marcus sounded wounded.
“You trust me until he gets in your head.”
Darius watched Kiara.
She looked stunned.
Maybe she had never heard the manipulation so clearly.
Marcus continued.
“You know what I did for you when your daddy died. You know who showed up when everybody else disappeared.”
Kiara’s mouth trembled.
Darius’s expression changed.
Marcus had found the button.
And pushed it immediately.
“You think I wanted to ask you?” Marcus said. “You think that felt good?”
Kiara whispered, “Stop.”
“I was there for you.”
“I said stop.”
“If roles were reversed—”
“They weren’t.”
The firmness in Kiara’s voice surprised all three of them.
Marcus went quiet.
Kiara leaned toward the phone.
“Send me the landlord receipt.”
“I will.”
“When?”
“When I get home.”
“You’re home now.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you told me yesterday you were off all week.”
Another silence.
Darius looked at her.
That was another piece of information Kiara had carried.
Marcus finally muttered, “I’ll send it.”
He disconnected.
Kiara stared at the dark screen.
Darius did not comfort her.
He wanted to.
That was the worst part.
His instinct still moved toward her pain even while her choices had caused his.
At nine sharp, Cedar View Apartments answered.
Kiara introduced herself and explained that she had once guaranteed Marcus Cole’s lease.
The property manager asked her to hold.
Three minutes later, she returned.
“I see your original guarantor agreement,” the woman said.
Kiara swallowed.
“Am I currently listed as guarantor?”
Keyboard tapping.
“No, ma’am.”
Kiara’s face emptied.
Darius leaned closer.
The manager continued.
“Your guarantee expired with the original lease term.”
Kiara whispered, “There’s no renewal?”
“Not with your signature.”
Darius closed his eyes.
Kiara’s hand began trembling.
Then the manager added something worse.
“And Mr. Cole was not forty-eight hundred dollars behind.”
Kiara gripped the table.
“How much did he owe?”
The manager checked.
“Two thousand four hundred sixty dollars, including late fees.”
Darius looked slowly toward Kiara.
Marcus had not only lied about the guarantee.
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And Kiara had sent every dollar he asked for.
