Why are you packing? Are we going somewhere?

We aren't, dearest. I am.

What are you talking about?

As a rule, men leave their wives because they don't love them, but...I must leave you because I do. Oh, you won't object once you know the kind of man you've married.

But you are the man I've married, and that's all that matters. Darling, I meant it when I said for better or for worse. Even to...

To killing Red?

You couldn't have. It was an accident.

No, I meant to kill him. Murder can be a chain, Mary, one link leading to another until it circles your neck. Red was digging at the grave of the man I killed. Yes, your little man.

You killed him?

With these hands. The same hands that have held you close to me. Now are you satisfied to let me go?