"Where are you going?" Alisha stopped in her tracks, not knowing where she was headed or what was happening. She had been walking, stopping, then walking again for so long she couldn't even count it.

She looked back and saw a woman staring at her, giving her weird looks, which wasn't surprising given her appearance. She looked worse than a homeless person, her wedding dress torn, bare feet, mud-covered face, and hair tangled like a nest. Cuts and dried blood adorned her arms from broken ...