Alina’s POV
Healing was not found in grand gestures. It was built in ordinary, repeated acts: presence, patience, attentiveness, and care.
I could see that he understood the power of subtle shifts and quiet milestones, that he was committed to honoring the delicate rebuilding of trust.
Leo returned from play, tired but happy, and we tucked him into bed. He held my hand and whispered, “I love you, Mama.”
“I love you too,” I whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
Once he was asleep, I stepped outside onto the porch, letting the cool night air brush my skin. Moonlight glimmered across the waves.
Sebastian joined me silently, standing beside me. No words were necessary, presence alone was enough.
I thought of the small ring he had returned to me weeks ago. It was not a propos
