When we arrive, I watch the houses as we slowly drive by them and all the people as they stare at the passing vehicle. As the car stops, I feel a wave of nausea overcome me because I sense that something is not right here. Too late, do I turn to Alexander as he steps out of the car and then sighs before asking, “Are you coming or not?” with an angry look in his eyes.

I can already tell that whatever is about to happen, is not a good thing by the way he grabs my hand roughly and then pulls me out of the car when I edge...