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Viviana's POV

Rocco was sprawled across the couch in our temporary room, legs dangling off the cushions as he sighed loudly for the fifth time in two minutes.

“I’m boooored,” he groaned. “I miss school. I miss my friends. I wanna go back.”

I closed my laptop, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “I know, sweetheart. But we have to stay here for a little while.”

“How long?” he asked immediately.

Too fast