Viviana watched as boxes were moved up and down the stairs of the house all week. She told everyone where things should go but she always felt like she had to fix it after.
It had been 9 days since she was back, and Matteo had stuck to his word. Her things had promptly been moved into his room, she slept in his bed, with him but he always faced away and never so much as looked at her.
During the day, someone drove her everywhere. If she need to go across the street for anything, even tea, you could be sure someone was walking with her. At the end of every day, she told Matteo everywhere she had been even though she was sur he already knew. She was a prisoner it seemed.
Viviana stood in hall, early on Saturday, watching some men from an art gallery in the city deliver a few pieces she
