Alina’s POV
I watched them, noting every subtle interaction. Shared laughter, acknowledgment, and encouragement, these ordinary gestures were now milestones of trust.
The smallest moments had become extraordinary because they were deliberate, consistent, and infused with quiet care.
They stitched together the fragile threads of emotional safety that I had almost stopped believing in. Each repetition of attentiveness and patience became a thread of reassurance, slowly reshaping the landscape of my heart.
Breakfast passed in gentle rhythm: pancakes, fresh fruit, and tea. Leo chattered incessantly about pirates, hidden treasures, and faraway kingdoms.
Sebastian and I listened quietly, sometimes interjecting, sometimes simply observing, letting Leo’s energy guide the conversation.
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