I sat down, placing the bouquet of flowers on the table and sitting the bag beside the chair.
Silence.
I removed the Birkin from the box, placing it in front of her. I shoved my hand inside, removing a stack of hundreds. A band of white paper with ten thousand dollars written on it kept the money from falling apart.
“Please, my baby.”
Silence.
Her eyes were on me. My eyes were on her.
I removed a second one.
“Talk to me.”
Silence.
A third stack slammed against the table.
“I despise your silence.”
Silence.
A fourth topped the pile.
“It’s heinous.”
Silence.
A fifth stack met the table linen.
“It makes me feel things I don’t want to feel.”
Silence.
A sixth fell on top of the fifth.
“When all I want to feel is you.”
Seven.
Silence.
“I miss you, my baby.”
Silence.
Eight.
Pausing, I watched Royce’s eyes glisten.
“I’m sorry. I was an impatient man.
Nine.
Ten.
Silence.
