The Papers

Viviana's POV

Anger was still there.

Sharp. Alive. Coiled just beneath my skin.

But it was no longer the only thing I felt.

Because somewhere between the silence and the distance, between refusing to look at Vincenzo and refusing to speak his name, something else had finally settled into place.

I hadn't killed anyone.

The realization came slowly, cautiously, like a thought I was afraid to touch i