Sinclairs POV
Sophie walks behind me, her heels clicking as she walks behind me, squealing, telling me about her weekend, and asking about mine. Even offered to carry my case all the way up.
"Let me carry that." She reaches for my briefcase.
"I've got it," I say flashing a fake smile.
She retreats with a giggle. "Okay, okay. Mr. Independent."
She's blabbing again. I let her talk. I don't hear a word of it.
Not when Camila's memory is tugging at me from the inside.
She sounds happy. Too happy. There is a slight glow under her cheeks.
"Sophie," I say turning around abruptly making her bump into me. I ignore how she tucks her hair behind her ear and looks down.
"Don't you have paperwork to compile or something?"
"Oh," she says "of course I do, talk to you later sir" She turns a
