Already Moving

Vincenzo's POV

The line went dead.

For a long moment, I didn’t move.

The phone was still pressed against my ear, Viviana’s last word echoing through the silence.

Goodbye, Vincenzo.

Not angry. Not loud.

Just final.

Slowly, I lowered the phone.

The penthouse felt too large, too quiet.

A strange ringing filled my ears, like the world had muted everything except the memory of her voice.

I stared down