Gabriella’s POV

The next morning, I woke up to find my daughter sleeping beside me, her body burning with an intensity that alarmed me. Panic surged through me as I realized something was terribly wrong. She was shivering uncontrollably. “Estella,” I called her name urgently. She responded weakly, her voice barely audible, “Mom, I am so tired.”

“Estella, you're going to be fine, I promise. Just stay with me,” I reassured her, desperately trying various spells to alleviate her condition. But nothing seemed to work. The helplessness I felt was overwhelming. Why couldn't I ease my own daughter's suffering?

Nicklaus entered the room holding breakfast, but my distress was evident....