Alina’s POV
Inside, Sebastian moved about the kitchen, quietly preparing breakfast. I had grown accustomed to these small rhythms, his soft humming, the careful arrangement of fruit, the deliberate pouring of tea and each day I noticed them a little more.
What once might have felt ordinary now felt sacred. Each of his gestures was an unspoken promise: patience, attentiveness, and subtle proof of his emotional transformation. It wasn’t the grand declarations that mattered; it was the repeated, deliberate acts that demonstrated he was learning to honor trust.
Leo rushed in, cheeks flushed, hair messy from running barefoot in the sand. “Mama! Papa! Come see!” he shouted, holding up a new drawing, a labyrinth of islands and bridges. “It’s our adventure map! You have to follow the clues to
