Mildred had no complaints; not one. Yet everyone knew what was going on but her. She wondered how so many people could see the same thing but tell a different story. The only memory she retained was the love she had for a man that she eventually became to hate. Never in her wildest dreams would Mildred have thought that everything was all a lie. She’d been deceived, and her dignity stripped away. Her innocence and naivety about the world and those she cared about had made her an easy target. She was a victim until the end.