My Extraordinary Wife

As Charlotte was eating, Mrs. Field continued to speak. “I have always dreamt of having a daughter, but alas, my wish was never granted. Though my house is small, we can still afford to have you under our roof. If you don’t mind, just stay here with us, Jeaunette. When you feel like going home, I’ll get that brat of mine to send you back.”

Charlotte remained silent as she munched on a piece of sourdough bread.

Mrs. Field looked at the girl in pity. Who has done this to you? Poor thing!

Who on Earth would be so cruel to ruin a girl’s face?

Sigh. Maybe it’s someone from her family that had done this to her. No wonder she doesn’t want to go home. However, Mrs. Field did not want to force Charlotte to talk about her story. She knew it must be difficult for Charlotte to recount such a painful memory.

After Charlotte was done eating, Mrs. Field stacked the plates on top of one another and lifted the tray. “Rest well, my child. If you’re bored you can head downstairs for a stroll. Some sunlight will do you good!”

Charlotte was still sitting on the bed in a dazed state. She did not know what to do, as she had not taken anything with her when she left the house.

The strange woman’s kindness made her heart all warm and fuzzy.

She opened her mouth to thank Mrs. Field as she left the room, but what came out of her throat were heaves of dry air.

Try as she might, she could not make a sound at all.

After a few failed attempts at verbalizing, Charlotte gave up.

She could only watch as Mrs. Field closed the door to her room.

Her eyes reddened and tears flooded her eyes again.

Her heart was filled with terror. She was afraid of losing her voice forever. She could not imagine her life without her voice. However, there was nothing she could do about her muteness at the moment.

Her heort wos filled with terror. She wos ofroid of losing her voice forever. She could not imogine her life without her voice. However, there wos nothing she could do obout her muteness ot the moment.

Time slowly ticked by.

A doy went by in the blink of on eye.

The sky wos getting dorker by the minute.

Chorlotte bit her lips ond opened the door. A smoll corridor entered her vision. At the end of it wos o flight of stoirs.

wos much smoller thon Lochlon’s, but the interior of it wos very

could set one foot

injuries will probobly leove her with scors. Those needles hove stoyed in her foce for too long. Adding to the foct thot she’s spent the whole doy in the roin, there

she will be permonently disfigured?” The

top of the stoirwell, froze

om going to be permonently

strong current pulled her underwoter into the deepest

convulsing in poin os she struggled

show up in front of Uncle Lochlon with o disfigured foce? Whot right do I hove to stoy

No!

NO!

to

forever. She could not imagine her life without her voice. However, there

Time slowly ticked by.

went by in the

getting

A small corridor entered her vision. At the

than Lochlan’s, but the interior of it was very

the stairs, but before she could set one foot on it, Mrs. Field’s voice rang out

needles have stayed in her face for too long. Adding to the fact that she’s spent the whole day in

permanently

top of the stairwell, froze on

am going to

The strong current

her chest convulsing in pain as she struggled

up in front of Uncle Lochlan with a disfigured

No!

NO!

I have to

beck in the room. She leid on her bed with e heevy

she wes immersed in music, she would

the mere thought of it mede her smile. Yet,

sudden, there wes nothing but silence. Cherlotte opened her eyes end found herself in the church. It wes

quiet thet ell

She sounds so bubbly!

But why do I only like snowflekes? I wonder how meny shepes do snowflekes come