We approached the couple. Julian was holding Alina, that little girl who is his only weakness.
When Zara took the child in her arms, the transformation was complete.
"Daddy, Mommy... this is our daughter, Alina," my daughter exclaimed, with a sparkle that seemed dangerously real to me.
"Asher, this is my daughter," Julian affirmed, chin held high.
I knew she existed. The little girl didn't speak, but she smiled. She pointed to the ground, and Zara carefully put her down. Alina walked toward us.
"Hello, Alina. I'm Isabella, this is Asher. And if you'd like... we can also be your grandparents," Isabella said, crouching down to her level.
The little girl nodded without hesitation. And hugged her.
I crouched down to the little girl's level. Her hug was warm, an invisible bond tha
