Gabriella’s POV

The car moved on its own, without any control of the wheel, and we crashed into a big tree. I opened my eyes and found myself in a dark room with my daughter sleeping beside me, sporting a few wounds on her body. “Estella! Estella!” I called. Trying to get on my feet, I noticed that I was also wounded and experiencing terrible pain.

“Don’t overexert yourself, Gabby,” Leah said to me.

“I need to get on my feet, look for my husband, and escape this place,” I added, still trying to stand, but the pain was so unbearable.

“You cannot rush your healing. Get a hold of...