No Clean Solution

Vincenzo's POV

The folder was still on my desk long after Viv left the room.

I hadn’t touched it since Viv left.

I hadn’t needed to.

The numbers were burned into my skull.

99.8%.

The child Silvia was carrying was mine. That's what these reports were saying.

But how? How the hell was that even possible? Sure, we spent a lot of time together because of work. But I had never touched her, never even