Chapter 9 Tell me beatiful tears in a whisper, baby

So, Izabella bit down on her lower lip, in a futile effort to displace the feeling of discomfort and pain, and gazed forward, waiting to hear what Mrs. Whittmer would say next.

“I see we have a new face here,” she spoke, addressing Izabella, who just nodded, feeling helpless. “Why don’t you stand u...