#Chapter17
The sidewalk is coated with leaves as the trees that line it grow bare. Vivianne stays a step ahead of me, then two, then three. The thought of seeing him again is distracting my feet—hell, my entire body is in a confused state, not knowing what to do anymore. Whenever I was in trouble, I would fidget with my hands. They were uncontrollable and awkward, no longer attached to my body. That same feeling is returning, but this time the only part of myself that I feel connected to is my head.
Vivian glances back at me. /"Come on,/" she says, crossing the street. I catch up and walk alongside her.
/"What are we going to talk about?/" I ask. The need to prepare is growing inside of me.
/"Whatever you feel the need to talk about./"
/"Do you know what he's going to say?/"
Vivian shakes her head. /"He can be a bit of a closed book sometimes. I doubt he would share his thoughts with me if I asked, especially if it was about you./"
