No more ignorance

Vincenzo's POV

Rocco came running out of the school gates like a burst of sunlight when I went to pick him up.

“Vincenzo!”

I barely had time to brace myself before the boy crashed into me, backpack bouncing, shoelaces half untied, face flushed with excitement.

“You’re early,” Rocco said accusingly, but grinning.

“I always try to be when I come to pick you up,” I replied, ruffling his hair.