Chapter 34 A Minefield

• Without showing any reaction, Vincenzo took the phone, ended the call with a single tap, and tossed it onto the dresser, the gesture too restrained to mask his obvious irritation.
• As if delaying that conversation was the only way to hold onto control for a few more moments, he moved toward the closet, feeling Vittoria’s gaze track his every step—steady, silent, and as piercing as the words she hadn’t yet spoken.
• “Is a little peace too much to ask for?” Vincenzo muttered, leaning against the shelf, as if the sheer weight of his routine was already too much to bear.