Chapter 199

Viviana's POV

The past few days had been softer, warmer. Leonora had a way of doing that, of filling spaces that had felt too quiet, too heavy, with noise and life and a kind of love that didn’t ask questions. She hovered, fussed, scolded, and fed me like a proper mother hen, and for once, I didn’t mind it.

I liked it. I liked not having to carry everything alone. I liked that Rocco laughed more.