Leaving and lying

Viviana's POV

I didn’t sleep much.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Rocco being led away by a stranger.

A hand around his wrist. A lie about me being sick. His small, trusting face.

I had checked on him three times before dawn. It was during one of those check-ins that I'd run into Vincenzo.

Rocco was still asleep now, sprawled across the bed like nothing in the world could touch him.

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