Zara
Mother? She was Marcus's mother, but why did I sense such intense hatred from her? I was sure I'd never seen this woman before.
She was tall and, like Marcus, had fair hair that had thinned with age.
She turned her attention to her son and kissed him tenderly on the forehead, causing him to beam.
"I'm so proud of you, son. If your father were alive, he would be proud too. But he's not with us."
With these words, her hate-filled gaze turned back to me. Taking a quick step, she approached me, swung her hand, and slapped me across the face.
The blow landed half on my cheek, half on my ear, causing a ringing sound. Pain, humiliation, rage. All of it built up as my eyes fixed on her.
"This is for what your mom and dad did to me, and everything else that awaits you will be for what they did to the love of my life." She reached out and pulled out the piece of cloth that had been gagged. "Now talk, bitch, I know you're dying to hear."
