Alexander’s POV

I’ve never believed in perfect moments. Not really. Life doesn’t offer many of those. There’s always something—noise, distraction, or some quiet, nagging fear that steals a piece of the peace.

But standing in the corner of the room yesterday, watching Leah run into her mother’s arms, I came dangerously close to changing my mind.

She broke, but it wasn’t the kind of breaking that destroys you, It was the kind that frees you. Turns out she ...