GABRIELLA'S POV
Her cries continued as I carried her into the bathroom, the sound echoing in the small space.
I tenderly placed her in the warm water, lathering a soft sponge with gentle soap. As I began to cleanse her delicate body, I kept repeating my apologies, my voice quivering with sorrow.
Estella's sobs slowly subsided, replaced by sniffs and occasional hiccups. The water cascaded down her small frame, washing away the remnants of a horrifying experience that no child should ever endure. Wrapping her in a plush towel, I held her tightly, my heart aching for the innocence she had lost.
Nicklaus, his eyes filled with tears, entered the bathroom, his footsteps heavy with guilt.
Together, we silently worked in harmony, preparing Estella's bed in our room. The pale pink sheets, ador
