Gabriella’s POV

I met with my daughter during her break, and she was overjoyed to see me. She rushed to hug me, exclaiming, "Mom, you're finally awake!"

"My beautiful daughter," I exclaimed, lifting her in my arms and twirling her around.

"Tell me, how are you? I'm sorry I made you so worried."

"I'm fine now, Mom. You're here."

"Alright, tell me everything I've missed during these five days."

"We didn't do much, and Dad is terrible at reading bedtime stories," she said, and ...