Chapter 5

Weeks had passed since Martha had been couped up in that little room recovering from the wounds on a body she was still struggling to adjust into and learning to get used to being called Mary, a name so foreign to her. She hadn't spoken in weeks, the sound of the voice coming out of her throat was not hers and it was difficult to get used to. The strange faces she couldn't recognize at first slowly began to become faces she got a little comfort seeing especially the little boy, but she hated the life she was living, one of poverty and lack. Whoever brought her here could at least have given her a better life, not this poor miserable life in the body of a weak girl, a bastard at that. She had been told this morning that she was being called at the main house by the lady of the house, her supposed father's wife. From what was described to her by the little boy, she was wicked, at least to him. Lady Winston hated the girl whose body she was in and she could see why. This girl Mary was a