The Curse of the Crow's Mouth
Language: en
I was born with a "crow's mouth"—a jinx. Anything bad I said came true. So, from the moment I could understand the world, I never spoke a word. My six-year-old son accidentally bumped into my pregnant sister-in-law. My husband, furious, sent him to a "dog training camp" for discipline. My son had been bitten by a dog before; he was terrified of them. I tried to stop my husband, kneeling and banging my head on the floor until I bled. Caleb helped his sister-in-law, Larissa, up, gently stroking her swollen belly. But his words to me were cold and heartless: "Don't think I can't see it.…