Alina’s POV
I did not wear it. I simply held it in my mind, feeling the weight of hope, trust, and slow, deliberate love.
We remained there, letting the night deepen. The past was behind us. The present belonged to us. And the future - fragile, uncertain, and full of promise waited patiently.
Healing came not through dramatic gestures but through quiet, deliberate accumulation of ordinary moments, milestones of trust, and shared life.
In that stillness, hope returned quietly, steadily, undeniably. For Leo. For the family we were building. And for the possibility of love, patient and deliberate, that might one day be fully realized.
The sun rose slowly over the horizon, spilling golden light across the quiet beach. I stood on the porch with a cup of tea, the warmth seeping into my han
