NORA
One hundred days. The words are strangely fragile against the constant roar of the Vegas Strip. For a little while, I simply stare at him.
"...You're serious."
Marcellus nods, the breeze tossing his hair into his face. "I've never been more serious about anything."
I study his face, searching for the familiar smirk. The smug confidence. The arrogant certainty that usually lives in those ridiculously handsome features.
I find none of it.
My God, he's terrified. The realization actually scares me. This isn't what I'm used to. Not at all.
"You really think one hundred days can fix..." I gesture weakly between us. "...this?"
"No." The answer catches me off guard. "I don't think it'll fix it." His voice is so gentle. "I think it'll tell you whether it's worth fixing."
Silence sett
