Chapter 18

Vivianne Sinclair

I sat before Scott in the restaurant absentmindedly, my mind still occupied with thoughts about Noah.

I might actually lose my mind at this point.

“Ms. V?” Scott gently knocked on the table, jolting me back to reality.

I blinked, confused. “Did you say something?”

“Are you sure you're fine? You've been zoning out.”

“Oh, yeah, I'm fine…” I noticed the menu book in his hand, and I quickly snatched it, trying to change the topic. “I'll order ...