Nickael McArthur walked into the church, dreads in a bun, dark Ray Ban black shades, a white flared dress and purple flats. Today was supposed to be marked as a sad day. However, Nickael wasn't sad or even bothered. Losing one's husband should mean something; for Nickael, it meant nothing. Although seemingly like an outstanding person and husband, Arlo McArthur was anything but. While he never laid a physical hand on Nickael, the mental scars he...