Chapter 25 - What Marcus Hid
Saturday’s destination was not romantic.
It was a storage facility.
Tiana stared at Marcus.
“You promised no vehicle surprises.”
“This isn’t a vehicle surprise.”
“You brought me to storage.”
“Yes.”
“That may be worse.”
Marcus unlocked unit 318.
Inside were boxes.
Furniture.
Tools.
Old photographs.
Calvin’s belongings.
Tiana looked around.
“What is all this?”
“Stuff I couldn’t throw away.”
“You kept an entire storage unit?”
“For six years.”
“How much does it cost?”
“Don’t start.”
She smiled.
Marcus pulled out a plastic container.
Inside were financial records from his father’s business.
Past-due notices.
Loan statements.
Foreclosure documents.
Tiana looked at him.
“Why are you showing me?”
“Because you’re not the only one who hides financial shame.”
She frowned.
“These are your father’s.”
“Some.”
Marcus removed another folder.
The name on the account was his.
Tiana opened it.
A personal loan.
Original balance: $42,000.
Paid in full three years earlier.
She looked up.
“What was this?”
“Northline.”
“You borrowed forty-two thousand?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Before we met.”
“That isn’t hiding.”
Marcus gave her another page.
Credit-card statements.
Balances exceeding twenty thousand.
Tiana stared.
“You had debt too.”
“A lot.”
“You told me you’d never carried a balance.”
“I said I don’t carry balances now.”
She looked at him.
“That is technically accurate and emotionally slippery.”
“I know.”
“How bad did it get?”
“Sixty-seven thousand total.”
Almost exactly where she had been.
Tiana sat on a box.
“How did you pay it?”
“Work. Refinancing. Two good projects.”
“How long?”
“Four years.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Marcus looked embarrassed.
“Because I liked being the financially responsible one.”
The honesty surprised her.
“You judged me while hiding that you’d made similar mistakes.”
“Not similar.”
She raised an eyebrow.
Marcus sighed.
“Different mistakes.”
“What did you spend on?”
“Business.”
“All of it?”
“No.”
“How much not-business?”
He looked away.
“Marcus.”
“A truck.”
Tiana smiled.
“How expensive?”
“Too expensive.”
“Like Calvin?”
“Exactly like Calvin.”
She laughed.
Marcus continued.
“Custom wheels.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“How old were you?”
“Twenty-three.”
“This is wonderful.”
“It is not.”
“It absolutely is.”
“I sold it after nine months.”
“Please tell me there are photos.”
“There are no photos.”
“Liar.”
Marcus laughed.
Then he became serious.
“I used Dad’s story like I was the kid who learned perfectly from his mistakes.”
“You didn’t.”
“No.”
“I didn’t learn perfectly from my mother either.”
They sat among the boxes.
Marcus said, “There’s more.”
Tiana waited.
“When we started dating, Northline was struggling.”
“I remember you working constantly.”
“I almost shut it down.”
“You told me business was slow.”
“It was worse.”
“How close?”
“Two months from missing payroll.”
Tiana stared.
“You never told me.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“You had just gotten your promotion. Everything in your life looked like it was moving forward.”
“So?”
“I didn’t want you seeing me fail.”
Tiana felt an ache of recognition.
“That’s exactly what I did.”
“I know.”
“Did you think I’d leave?”
“Yes.”
Tiana looked around the storage unit.
“You didn’t trust me.”
“No.”
“Even then.”
“No.”
Marcus sat beside her.
“I loved you. I trusted you emotionally in a lot of ways.”
“But not with failure.”
“Correct.”
Tiana thought about the driveway.
The old car.
The SUV.
The test.
Perhaps the birthday had not created their trust problem.
It had exposed one that had existed from the beginning.
Marcus continued.
“I built a relationship where I wanted you to believe I was stable.”
“And I wanted you to believe I was successful.”
“Yes.”
“We were both performing.”
“In different costumes.”
Tiana smiled sadly.
“What happens now?”
Marcus looked at her.
“I don’t know.”
“Good answer.”
“I’ve been practicing.”
They spent two hours sorting boxes.
Keep.
Donate.
Shred.
Marcus found an old photograph of himself beside the ridiculous truck.
Tiana screamed with laughter.
“You said there were no pictures.”
“I forgot.”
“The wheels are enormous.”
“I was twenty-three.”
“You had chrome mirrors.”
“Stop.”
Tiana took a picture.
Marcus tried to grab her phone.
“No.”
“This is evidence.”
“Of what?”
“That you once had terrible financial judgment.”
He finally laughed too.
On the way out, Marcus carried a small box.
“What’s that?”
“Things I’m keeping.”
“Anything secret?”
“No.”
He opened it.
Calvin’s notebook.
Family photos.
A cheap watch.
A receipt from the day Calvin purchased the used sedan.
Tiana looked at the amount.
$8,900.
“That car wasn’t even cheap.”
“It was then.”
She turned over the receipt.
Calvin had written something.
First car bought for transportation instead of applause.
Tiana smiled.
Marcus read it.
Then he looked at her.
“I think Dad would’ve liked you.”
“Birthday version of me?”
“No.”
She pretended offense.
Marcus continued.
“Current version.”
Tiana grew quiet.
“So do you?”
He met her eyes.
“I never stopped.”
Her breath caught.
Marcus looked toward the parking lot.
“But liking you isn’t the question.”
“What is?”
“Whether we can love each other without needing to hide the parts we think might lower our value.”
Tiana touched the old receipt.
For once, she did not answer with a promise.
She simply said, “I’d like to learn.”
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Marcus nodded.
“So would I.”
