Papa

Vincenzo's POV

I had rehearsed this conversation in my head a dozen times.

Every version of it ended badly.

She either walked away. Or cried. Or looked at me like I was a stranger she’d once trusted and no longer could.

So when Viviana stood there by the pool, water dripping down her wet hair, with Rocco chasing a floating toy with single-minded devotion, I forced myself to slow down.

Not command