Chapter 7 - What Yolanda KnewYolanda arrived twenty minutes later.
She did not remove her coat.
That told Nia the conversation would not be comfortable.
Marcus stood near the kitchen counter.
Nia sat at the table.
Yolanda remained between them.
“I need to explain something.”
Marcus crossed his arms.
“That sentence is becoming popular.”
Yolanda ignored the jab.
“When Nia first talked to me about filing, I gave her a name.”
Nia frowned.
“What name?”
“The woman who helped you.”
“Ms. Carter?”
Yolanda nodded.
Marcus looked between them.
“You know her?”
“She helped a coworker years ago. She volunteers with a family-resource group.”
Nia’s expression tightened.
“You said she was experienced.”
“She is.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
Yolanda exhaled.
“She has strong opinions about unmarried fathers.”
Marcus gave a slow nod.
“There it is.”
Yolanda looked at him.
“She went through something terrible herself.”
“Still not about me.”
“I know.”
Nia looked upset.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought you could separate advice from emotion.”
Nia laughed in disbelief.
“You were the one telling me I needed protection.”
“And I still believe women need financial protection.”
Marcus said, “Women. Not couples?”
Yolanda turned.
“Don’t make this into something childish.”
“I’m trying to understand who decided I was guilty before I entered the room.”
“No one said guilty.”
“My legal paperwork makes me sound like a man who tosses money at his kid when he feels generous.”
Yolanda had no answer.
Nia looked down.
Yolanda continued.
“Ms. Carter’s organization uses standard templates. She may have assumed Nia was the primary financial provider because most people seeking help there are.”
Marcus frowned.
“Assumed.”
“Yes.”
“And nobody corrected her.”
Yolanda looked at Nia.
Nia’s eyes filled with shame.
“I was already angry when I went.”
Marcus stared.
“Angry about the savings account.”
“Yes.”
“So when somebody gave you a version of me that matched what you feared…”
Nia finished quietly.
“I let them.”
Yolanda sat down.
“There’s more.”
Marcus almost laughed.
“Of course there is.”
Yolanda looked at Nia.
“Years ago, when your mother finally got a support order against your father, it didn’t save her.”
Nia frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“You always talk like the problem was that she never had one.”
“She told me she didn’t.”
“At first she didn’t.”
Yolanda’s face tightened.
“Later she did. He still fell behind. He changed jobs. He delayed payments. She spent months chasing enforcement.”
Nia looked stunned.
“Why would she lie to me?”
“She didn’t exactly lie. She simplified the story.”
Marcus looked at Nia.
The phrase hit both of them.
Simplified the story.
Framed things.
Changed the meaning.
Yolanda continued.
“Your mother wanted you to believe formal protection was the lesson.”
Nia whispered, “Wasn’t it?”
“The lesson was more complicated.”
Yolanda’s voice softened.
“The order helped. But paper never replaced choosing a trustworthy partner, maintaining your own financial footing, and knowing what is happening in your household.”
Nia looked sick.
“So you pushed me toward the same thing even knowing it didn’t protect her the way I thought?”
“I pushed you toward information. Then fear took over.”
Marcus spoke.
“Fear didn’t fill out the form.”
“No,” Yolanda said. “Nia did.”
The room went quiet.
Nia looked at her aunt.
The alliance she had assumed was unconditional had changed.
“You’re taking his side.”
Yolanda’s expression hardened.
“I’m taking the truth’s side.”
Nia stood.
“You encouraged me.”
“And I was wrong to encourage secrecy.”
“You said if he knew, he could move money.”
“I said if someone is preparing to abandon you financially, protect documents before confronting them.”
Marcus stared at Nia.
“You told her I was preparing to abandon you?”
Nia looked away.
Yolanda realized she had exposed another piece.
Marcus’s voice dropped.
“What else did you tell people about me?”
Nia shook her head.
“Not people.”
“Who?”
“Just Aunt Yolanda.”
“Ms. Carter?”
Nia hesitated.
“Yes.”
Marcus grabbed the back of a chair.
“Anyone else?”
“No.”
“Your mother?”
“No.”
“Friends?”
“No.”
He studied her.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
Marcus nodded slowly.
“Good.”
Nia looked confused.
“Why good?”
“Because I’d rather not find out my reputation was collateral damage in whatever disaster scenario you built.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Neither is telling strangers I’m preparing to abandon my family because you saw a savings account.”
Nia wiped tears away angrily.
Marcus continued.
“Do you know why I didn’t tell you?”
“Because you wanted a surprise.”
“Yes.”
“That was stupid.”
He nodded.
“It was.”
She had not expected agreement.
Marcus stepped closer.
“I wanted to be the man who said, ‘Here’s the ring, here’s the house fund, I handled it.’”
Nia stared.
Marcus’s voice became quieter.
“I didn’t realize how much of our relationship I had built around being useful instead of being transparent.”
That confession disarmed everyone.
“But,” he added, “your response to feeling excluded was to exclude me more.”
Nia looked down.
Her phone buzzed.
An email.
She opened it.
The subject line read:
CASE STATUS UPDATE.
Her face changed.
“What?”
Nia read silently.
Then looked at Marcus.
“The court scheduled an early settlement conference.”
“When?”
“Next Thursday.”
Marcus nodded.
Then Nia scrolled farther.
Her stomach dropped.
Attached was a notice stating that both parties should exchange financial disclosures before the conference.
Bank statements.
Income records.
Assets.
Savings.
Marcus looked at her.
For the first time, Nia understood that her secret account would no longer remain a private symbol of safety.
If she wanted the court to examine Marcus’s finances, hers were going to be examined too.
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Not even Aunt Yolanda.
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