MARCELLUS
Nora's mother, Mrs. Wolfe, doesn't speak right away. She just looks at me and smiles. It's the kind of smile that feels like a knife to the throat.
"So," she says, her voice light. "You're the man who married my daughter without the permission of her parents."
I keep my expression neutral. "It wasn't quite like that, Mrs. Wolfe."
"No?" She tilts her head, studying me the way a cat would study a mouse that's already bleeding. "Then tell me, Marcellus. What was it like?"
I open my mouth, but she doesn't give me the chance.
"You show up at my house uninvited, drop a few pretty words about respect, and bring a gift like this is some kind of family reunion." She laughs softly. It doesn't reach her eyes. "Tell me, dear. Are you here to apologize... or are you here to make sure my
