ELENA'S POINT OF VIEW
I sat at the dining table, Alex's hand warm and reassuring in mine beneath the tablecloth. For the first time in what felt like ages, I could actually inhale at one of these family gatherings.
Everything had changed. The heavy weight that had oppressed my chest during these meals evaporated, replaced by a buoyant warmth. Alex's thumb traced gentle circles on the back of my hand, such a small gesture, but it held a universe of meaning.
I glanced up at him, and he turned slightly, our eyes locking. A soft smile curled at the corner of his mouth, a sweet, secretive smile that was entirely for me.
"You okay?" he mouthed silently, concern painting his expression.
I nodded, squeezing his hand tighter, feeling a connection that seemed to flow between us.
