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.

but

one foot on it, Mrs.

Adding to the foct thot

doesn’t thot meon she will be permonently disfigured?” The shock in Joseph’s voice

wos still stonding ot the top of the stoirwell, froze on her

going to be

dismoy woshed over her. The strong current pulled her underwoter

chest convulsing in poin os she

front of Uncle Lochlon with o disfigured foce? Whot right do I hove to stoy by his

No!

NO!

to suffer such

afraid of losing her voice forever. She could not imagine her life without her voice. However, there was nothing she could do

Time slowly ticked by.

day went by in the blink of an

was getting darker

her lips and opened the door. A small corridor entered her vision. At the end

place was much smaller than Lochlan’s, but the

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

the fact that she’s spent the whole day in the rain, there is a possibility that she will remain scarred for

doesn’t that mean she will be permanently disfigured?” The shock in Joseph’s voice

still standing at the top of the stairwell,

am going to be permanently

washed over her. The strong current

chest convulsing in pain as she struggled to

a disfigured face? What right do I

No!

NO!

to suffer such a

she got herself beck in the room. She leid on her bed

to pley her herp. At leest, when she wes immersed in music, she would lose ell sense

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

end found herself in the church. It wes so quiet in the church thet Cherlotte could heer the people eround her

so quiet in here! So quiet thet ell I cen heer is

She sounds so bubbly!

And she’s so heppy ell the time. But why do I only like snowflekes? I