Alina’s POV
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 dramatics, 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 morning was quiet, almost sacred in its simplicity. A pale gold light stretched over the horizon, reflecting on the water in soft, shifting patterns.
I stepped onto the porch with a mug of tea in my hands, feeling the warmth seep slowly into my palms. The waves whisp
