For Myself

Viviana's POV

Vincenzo was busy.

Not in the usual way where he disappeared for hours and came back sharp-eyed and contained, but in a way that felt almost evasive. Meetings stacked on meetings. Calls taken behind closed doors. Men coming and going at odd hours.

He still checked on me. Still asked how I was sleeping. Still touched my shoulder in passing like he needed to remind himself I was there