The name of miracle（1 / 6）

But the claws that had been gripping her neck suddenly loosened. The man''s eyes, already bulging with rage, widened in disbelief to a horrifying degree before he toppled stiffly over to the side.

And with him fell heavily the person behind him.

It was Charlene.

The young girl, who had been trapped in a narrow space for fifteen long years, suddenly threw her body out of the seat, with both arms bracing against the armrests, like a swimmer pushing off from the shore. She spread her arms wide, struggling to keep her unsteady body balanced, before throwing her stiff, weak legs like two wooden sticks, kicking out one foot and then dragging the other, stumbling forward with each step, shivering and jerking with each movement.

Her almond eyes widened with determination, her teeth biting down hard on her lower lip, causing her whole face to convulse. Her movements were so staggering that they were alarming, like a canoe struggling against a huge wave, relying solely on the inner storm driving it forward, poised to be swept away into the void at any moment by the next surge of fate.

But she was walking. The paralysed girl was walking towards them.

Step by step, she made her way forward, brandishing the knitting needle in her clenched hand and plunging it with all her might into the back of the big man''s neck, putting all her weight behind the thrust. As the man threatening her friend''s life fell down, both her knees buckled like snapped reeds, then she knelt along heavily on the ground.

No one could ever explain what had caused these cursed, frail legs to unleash such a heart-stopping surge of strength at that moment.

The devout priests would call it a miracle, while the faithful doctors would call it willpower. But perhaps there is only one word that can truly name this wonder - woman.

Her bony knees hit the floor with a resounding thud, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it. But