The Daughter They Muzzled

Summary

I was born with an insatiable hunger for human connection.

To me, a stranger was never just a face in a crowd; they were an unread book. Give me three sentences, and I could disarm the coldest person in the room.

The day my biological family, the Langstons, finally brought me home, I memorized the names, birthdays, and hometowns of every single member of the household staff before lunch. By dinner, I had coaxed my younger brother, Ian—who hadn't stepped out of his bedroom in six months—downstairs to eat.