Drunk

Viviana's POV

If I pretended hard enough, life almost felt normal.

Almost.

It had been a few days since we returned to Florence. A few days of a routine I never expected to have again with Vincenzo dropping Rocco and me off every morning, picking us up every evening. On the days he couldn’t make it, a car always waited outside, tinted windows and security detail etched into the very air.

We had al