The Parents Breakfast

Viviana's POV

I woke to the sound of the front door closing.

For one disoriented second, I thought I’d dreamed it. Then, faint footsteps and hushed voices downstairs confirmed that Vincenzo was home.

It was barely past dawn.

Sunlight was just beginning to brighten the curtains when I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Rocco just yet. It was Sunday, and his school event didn't start until nin