Temporary

Viviana's POV

“I need to tell you something.”

He said it like a man walking towards his own execution.

I was still sitting half in his lap when he began.

He told me everything.

The psychologist. The dependency. The way Silvia had anchored herself to him like he was oxygen. The way the doctor had suggested reminding her of happier times. The way she had brightened the moment he spoke about their c