The Talk

Viviana's POV

I had finally gotten Rocco to sleep after three stories, two glasses of water, and one last goodnight hug. My chest was heavy with leftover anger and a kind of exhaustion that sleep couldn’t solve.

I had just pulled the blanket up to my chin when a soft knock broke the silence.

I tensed.

Another knock. Firmer this time.

I opened the door just enough to see him.

Vincenzo.

Tall,