The Black Car

Viviana's POV

Rocco stopped coloring the second I stepped back into the living room. His small fingers gripped a bright green marker, hovering over a mess of vibrant lines on his construction paper. He tilted his head, his dark curls shifting around his face.

"Mommy?" he asked. "Who was at the door?"

My pulse hammered against my ribs. I drew a slow, quiet breath through my nose, forcing my fac