Atticus asked, looking between Vivian and I who now worked on opposite sides of the office. It had been a week since that night, and we still hadn’t spoken a word to each other. We did our work, pretended the other wasn’t there, and then went home. She didn’t answer him, and neither did I. “Okay then.” He leaned back. Levi had only brought it up to me once and that was the night of the ball. Are you running? That was all he wanted to know. It frustrated me how relaxed he was about all of it. However, I wasn’t running. I couldn’t find the strength to run from him anymore, and I was tired of running. Now that we were basically living at his office, filing reports, doing coffee runs, or just stapling papers, I once again realized how important he was. “What’s going on?” Atticus asked again, but this time he wasn’t talking about us.
