Alina’s POV
Leo chattered happily about his morning, and we listened, laughing quietly at his exaggerated stories about the birds and crabs he had encountered.
After breakfast, we decided to take a walk along the beach. Leo ran ahead, chasing the tide as if he could hold it in his hands, while Sebastian and I followed at a slower pace.
I noticed the way he moved now not with the tension that had haunted him before, not with the need to control but with calm attention, a man learning to exist in the moment.
“I’ve been thinking,” Sebastian said softly, his voice almost lost to the sound of the waves. I turned to look at him, curious.
“About what?” I asked, careful not to expect too much.
“About… everything. About mistakes and choices, about what it means to be responsible for someone
