I shake my father-in-laws hand as he congratulates me. "I wish you and my daughter a long, healthy marriage". I place my hand on his shoulder. "Can I have a word?" I ask with a smile. My father-in-law nods and we quietly leave the wedding to speak in a private room. He enters. And so do I. I make sure to lock the door. I then turn around, my smile completely gone. "What do you want to talk about?" He asks. I take a step forward, "I want to know.." He gulps. "Why my wife has bruises on her body?"