Kiana froze with the ladle in her hand. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. You wanted to redo the kitchen, right? Do you have enough money?”

She slowly ladled the soup into their bowls. “Yes. I have enough.”

“You sure? Maybe it’s better to save a little more. Don’t rush it.”

Kiana sat across from him and picked up her spoon. “Darius, I’ve been saving for three years. I have enough.”

He nodded, but it was clear her answer didn’t satisfy him. He was expecting something else—numbers, maybe, specifics.

“And how much is there in total?” he asked, as if casually. “You know, in the account.”