Alina’s POV
Sebastian crouched beside him, ruffling his hair. “Wow, buddy, these are amazing. You really have a gift for details.” Leo beamed, pride written across his small face, and I felt a surge of gratitude.
These ordinary moments the laughter, the pride, the quiet togetherness were our victory. They were proof that life could rebuild itself after chaos, that healing could come gently, without rush or fanfare.
Breakfast was calm, ordinary, yet full of the small joys that had once seemed impossible. Leo chattered nonstop, telling stories about the tiny adventures of the day before, embellishing his encounters with imaginary crabs and heroic seagulls.
Sebastian and I listened, laughing quietly, letting him carry the narrative. I realized how much beauty there was in simply being pr
