Shattered like Glass

Viviana's POV

If someone had told me yesterday that today I'd be walking towards a pool in Vincenzo Marchese's house while our son chattered excitedly between us, I would've laughed in their face.

Or cried.

Or both.

The path to the pool was lined with tall hedges and pale stone, sunlight catching on the ripples of blue ahead. It looked like the sort of place people came to relax, drink cocktails,