Chapter 12

Vivianne Sinclair

Silence echoed in my head, but I could still hear the faint sound of blades scraping the ice, sticks hitting the puck, and the echoes of the players’ laughter.

“Ms. V…” A faint knock sounded on the tempered glass, and my heart skipped as I jerked back to reality.

I was welcomed by Scott, standing right in front of me with just the glass separating us, his eyes locked on mine, as if he was searching for something.

“Are you okay? You don't look fine ...