Chapter 11 - Tending the Wounds
Inside the dimly lit cave, the sound of the outside world faded into a distant, muffled roar of waves and wind.
Daniel gently lowered Clara onto a dry patch of sand near the back wall, pulling off his charcoal grey blazer to wrap around her shoulders.
“Are you bleeding anywhere else? Tell me the truth,” Daniel asked anxiously, his hands gently examining her arms and legs.
“Just bruises and scrapes... the baby is still kicking, Daniel. She’s fighting just as hard as we are,” Clara reassured him softly.
Daniel unbuttoned the cuffs of his light blue dress shirt, tearing long, clean strips of cotton fabric from the hem.
He used the cloth to gently bandage Clara’s raw, rope-burned wrists, treating her with infinite tenderness and remorse.
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“I am so sorry I ever let you near my family, Clara,” Daniel choked out, resting his forehead against her damp hair.
“We’ll fix this together, Daniel. But first, we need to make sure the world knows what Victoria did,” Clara replied firmly.
