We got out of the car. The afternoon sun bathed everything in a warm, golden light. I saw Alina among a group of children, her little butterfly backpack slung over her shoulder.
When she saw us, her face lit up.
But she didn't run toward me.
She ran toward Zara, throwing herself into her arms with complete trust.
Zara knelt down and caught her, wrapping her in a hug that made my throat close up. Their laughter mingled, forming a melody that resonated deep within my chest.
Alina pulled away only to show her the little giraffe, which she carried with her like a talisman.
"You brought it," Zara commented.
Alina nodded, and then, in an act that took my breath away, she took Zara's hand and gently pulled her to her feet.
I stood to the side, watching.
My daughter hadn't seen m
