Done Being Blindsided

Viviana's POV

Vincenzo left late.

He lingered by the door of Leonora’s room longer than necessary, checking the monitors one last time, adjusting the blanket, murmuring that he’d be back early in the morning. I nodded, too tired to argue, too drained to ask him to stay.

When the door closed behind him, the room felt larger. Quieter.

I curled up on the narrow sofa beside Leonora’s bed, my body