Elena’s POV
Five years. It felt both impossibly long and somehow too short. I stood in the small kitchen of our new apartment, watching my son, little Leo, play with his toy cars on the living room floor. He was four now, full of energy and questions that never seemed to end. His dark hair and sharp features reminded me of someone I tried not to think about too often. Damien. But I dismissed it every time. Leo was mine. He was ours, me, Sofia, and Marcus. That was enough.
Sofia walked in from the bedroom, carrying a stack of clean laundry. “Leo, careful with those cars. You almost ran over my foot again.”
Leo looked up with a big grin. “Sorry, Aunt Sofia! But the cars are racing! They have to go fast!”
Sofia laughed and ruffled his hair. “Just like their driver. Full speed ahead. Elena
