Dissolved

Viviana's POV

“Did you really think I tried to kill you?”

His voice didn’t rise.

It didn’t harden.

It broke.

And somehow that hurt more.

I didn’t answer immediately. Because the truth wasn’t a sentence. It was five years of fear lodged under my skin.

“I was already going to leave,” I said finally, my throat tight. “Before the explosion.”

Vincenzo didn’t move. His eyes didn’t leave mine.

“You told