Her breath was abruptly constricted, yet Janice Wood had no response. Her eyes reflected no emotion or luster - they were empty and dull, staring blankly at the twisted face before her. Even her heart seemed to have become numb, she didn't feel any heartache.
But, to others, it was like despair as silent as death.
From beginning to end, Janice never thought of resisting.
When she was ten, her Fishermen parents died unexpectedly at sea, their bodies were never found. From that moment, Janice was brought home by her aunt. Her uncle was still alive then. With her aunt, she started a second home, along with a naughty but obedient little cousin.
But the idyllic life didn't last long. Two years later, her uncle, who was the family's breadwinner, passed away. The burden of the two children fell onto her aunt.
To her aunt, her son was her everything, and also her motivation to keep going. In the following years, everything she did was for her beloved son.
