Allie’s POV.
I was a pitiful sight, my steps sluggish and unsteady, as I stumbled forward with no clear destination in mind. My eyes were raw and red from the endless stream of tears, which flowed down my cheeks and onto my dirty, bloody, tattered clothes.
I was a magnet for stares and glares from the people I passed, their looks of disgust and disdain a painful reminder of my lowly position in society. And to add insult to injury, some would even go as far as spitting at me, as if I were less than human.
As I made my way down the street, I heard the cruel whispers of those around me. "Here comes the bad luck," one person muttered, their voice dripping with disdain.
"She's never experienced love, and now she wants us all to suffer with her," another added.
And then came the final insu
