Not Anymore

Viviana's POV

I pulled a fresh sheet of paper out for Rocco, setting a box of bright markers on his little wooden drawing table. The soft morning light streamed through the apartment windows, casting a warm glow over his messy dark curls as he immediately grabbed a green marker. He hunched over his artwork, humming a soft, off-key tune, lost in his own peaceful world.

Then, the intercom on the