Walking into the office on Monday to meet Noah’s sister, I did not expect to see her. Not Livvy. Not now. What was I meant to do?
She had made her feelings clear.
So had Noah.
Flashback:
I had gone to follow Livvy from the diner and the waitress stopped me, just as I went to leave, without food. I had to quickly pay and by the time I had sorted that and left, I could not see her. I have no clue how she had got away so fast! Surely a cab would not have arrived so fast?! Had she walked down the street?
But either way, after trailing the car park twice, I knew she was gone. And I drove down the street slowly, in both directions, in hopes of seeing her, so I could pick her up. Check she was okay. But there was nothing. Not a sign of her. I was lucky I wasn't stopped by the police for ke
