Chapter 368 Isabel Caught Crying

• "Leslie ... this is Leslie's room ... " Ivana murmured quietly to herself, her steps slowing as she wandered further inside. She gently picked up the stuffed bunny, running her fingers over it as though she were brushing little Leslie's hair.
• As she touched the soft fabric, tears began to stream down. At first, they were just quiet drops, but soon they came freely, one after another.
• "I bought this doll for her," Ivana said, her voice quivering with emotion. "I remember how much Leslie loved it—she wouldn't let it go for anything, even at meals. She insisted on bringing it with her when she bathed too. It's funny ... That night, Leslie's mother called me, upset that I had bought it. Not only did she have to bathe Leslie, but also the doll. After drying Leslie, she even had to dry the doll too."