Genevieve's POV

　　I was sitting in the far corner of the warehouse, right underneath the windows, with my knees drawn up to my chest as I stared into empty space.

　　My entire body hurt.

　　My hair was messy—the elegant bridal updo long gone, now hanging in disarray. My face and body bore plenty of bruises and injuries, and my wedding dress... the wedding dress I had once loved and chosen wholeheartedly, was now despised, dirty, and in ugly tatters. I ...