The Mole

Vincenzo's POV

The house felt too quiet after she left.

Not peaceful. Not calm.

Empty.

I stood in the kitchen long after Viviana disappeared up the stairs, staring at the untouched mug she’d left behind. Tea, gone cold. Like the space between us.

I don’t like who I become when I’m with you.

The words scraped against my skull, over and over.

I clenched my jaw and turned away, forcing myself to bre