Temporary

Viviana's POV

Nearly two weeks had passed.

I counted them in small, humiliating ways—laundry cycles, the online classes Rocco attended, emails sent and resent, sunsets watched from the same stretch of balcony.

Vincenzo had texted a few times.

'Running longer than expected.'

'Still dealing with a fallout.'

'I’ll explain when I’m back.'

It was always about when he was back.

But he never told me whe