His choice

Viviana’s POV

Sicily was supposed to feel like relief.

It didn’t.

The house overlooked the sea, the scent of salt carried in by the wind. It was beautiful. Peaceful. Quiet. Too quiet.

We had been here for two days.

Two days since Vincenzo stood in the Villa hallway and told me to be strong.

Two days since he said he would call.

He hadn’t.

I had tried reaching him twice the first day. Once in the m