Surviving

Viviana's POV

For a handful of stolen minutes that morning, I almost forgot how to breathe carefully.

I balanced the tray against my hip and pushed the bedroom door open, the scent of warm chocolate pancakes curling through the air. Vincenzo was half-reclined against the headboard with Rocco sprawled beside him like he belonged there. Like this was normal. Like this was home. Rocco’s head snapped