The Video Call

Viviana's POV

Rocco was sprawled across the rug with his crayons, tongue poking out in concentration as he colored the same rocket he had drawn earlier for the third time.

“Blue fire this time,” he announced seriously. “Rockets need blue fire.”

I smiled faintly. “Of course they do.”

My phone buzzed on the table beside me.

Vincenzo.

My heart reacted before my mind could stop it, a small, traitorous