The Truth

Viviana's POV

Confusion was worse than fear.

Fear at least had shape. Edges. Something you could brace against.

But this was like trying to hold water in my hands.

I lay awake long after dinner and putting Rocco to bed, the room heavy with Vincenzo’s absence. My mind kept circling the same fragments, over and over again, never quite landing anywhere solid.

The conversation I'd overheard when Artu