"Mark! Calm down, or we will not let your sister in this house!" Jacob pounded his fist on the coffee table, forgetting his extra strength as the corner broke off under his fist. He stood up and stormed around the room, running his hand over his nearly bald head. "I know that you and Sam have always been close," Jacob said, calming slightly. "She's really scared to come in here right now. She's afraid of your disapproval. Jack's a good man."
"A good man? You saw the pain he put her through." Mark gulped the last of his beer and let himself drop into the overstuffed armchair on the edge of the room.
"He brought her out of the pain, Mark. They're getting married soon, she'd like you to be there."
"We'll see how this trip goes."
"You raise her stress level and we leave immediately. Just remember, Jack would never hurt her, ever. And he's loved her, for a long time."
"Fine, bring them in."