Page 116 of Range
“To what?” I chuckled.
“Your picture.”
“What picture?”
“I have of you.”
“I haven’t given you a picture.”
“You didn’t have to, Range. I have one. I have several.”
“You’re stalking me, huh?”
Without shame, he nodded. “Something like that.”
Josiah was making it clear that his body was behind bars but his head was elsewhere.
“Come ‘er.”
He pulled me in the opposite direction. We reentered the closet space. It was bare. His need to revisit was baffling.
“What is it?”
“Open the drawers.”
There were drawers in every section of the closet, except where dresses and coats were to be hung.
I opened the first drawer. Naturally, a smile formed on my face.
“Siah–”
I ran my fingers across the stack of bills. Without counting, I knew there was ten thousand dollars between the band. The total was printed on the white paper.
Ten thousand dollars.
Josiah opened the drawer next to it.
Ten thousand dollars.
“Something tells me you’re very particular about your threads. So, instead of stressing either of us out, I figured I’d let you build your own wardrobe. Ten thousand for each section of drawers.”
He pulled out another.
“Ten thousand for this section.”
He pulled out another drawer.
“Ten thousand. Ten thousand. Ten thousand.”
I followed him around the room, unable to speak. Unable to think.
“Ten thousand. Ten thousand.”
He continued.
“Ten thousand. Ten thousand.”
My breath hiked in my chest.
