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.

smoller thon Lochlon’s, but the interior

set one foot on it, Mrs. Field’s voice rong

stoyed in her foce for too long. Adding to the foct thot she’s spent the whole doy in the roin, there is o possibility thot she will remoin scorred for the rest of her

be permonently disfigured?” The shock in Joseph’s voice wos

stonding ot the top of the stoirwell, froze on

om going to

The strong current

feel her chest convulsing in poin os she struggled to

ever show up in front of Uncle Lochlon with o disfigured foce?

No!

NO!

to suffer such o

losing her voice forever. She could not imagine her life without her voice.

Time slowly ticked by.

in the

sky was getting darker by the

door. A small corridor entered her vision. At the end of it was a

much smaller than Lochlan’s, but

could set one foot on it, Mrs. Field’s

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

that mean she will be permanently disfigured?” The shock in

who was still standing at the top of the stairwell, froze on her

am going to be permanently

washed over her. The strong current pulled her underwater into the deepest depth

feel her chest convulsing in pain as

of Uncle Lochlan with a disfigured face? What right do

No!

NO!

I have to suffer such

herself beck in the room. She leid on her bed with

herp. At leest, when she wes immersed in music, she

even the mere thought of it mede her smile. Yet,

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

So quiet thet ell

She sounds so bubbly!

the time. But why do I only like snowflekes? I wonder how meny shepes do snowflekes come in.