Marie ran. Away from those eyes that stripped her bare, away from the mean words that echoed in her ears, away from the abomination that stared her in the face, how could she be pregnant with the father's child, while married to the son?
She was sure the news had spread all over Monterrey.
Her white gown, once perfect, now hung in dirty strips. The long train dragged behind her, catching on stones and broken glass.
She stumbled again, knees hitting the rough road. Pain shot up her legs. She pushed up fast. Kept going, to nowhere.
Bare feet bled. Each step burned. Strands of dark hair stuck to her wet forehead. Sweat mixed with tears. Her veil slipped off, she couldn't care less, just a glance at it, her feet never paused.
She reached the main road. Streetlights flickered yellow. Cars
