"We should go see a doctor," Max said, worry etched on his face. "This isn't normal, and it could be serious.""No, I'm fine," Carmela said, her voice stubborn. "I just need to be alone for a while. Please, just leave me alone."Max hesitated, but he could hear the pleading in her voice. He turned and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He went back to the living room and sat on the couch, feeling helpless.As Max sat on the couch, a thought crossed his mind. What if Carmela was pregnant? He remembered what the doctor had told him days ago, about the effects of the memory wiping on her body. Could that be the cause of her sudden nausea? He stood up and called out to her. "Carm?" he said, his voice tentative. "I think I know what's going on. I'll be back soon."Carmela didn't respond, and Max left the apartment, feeling hopeful and a little nervous.Carmela sat on the bathroom floor, cursing herself for ruining the moment. She had been so close to kissing Max, but then he
Suddenly, the music in the room changed from background noise to an actual song, slow and romantic. George looked at Carmela and said, "Would you like to dance?"Carmela's heart jumped into her throat. "Oh, I don't know," she said, her voice coming out a little squeaky. "I'm not much of a dancer.""That's okay," George said, reaching for her hand. "We'll just move slowly.”Carmela hesitated for a moment, then let George take her hand and lead her out onto the dance floor. As they started to move, Carmela felt her feet stumble a bit, but George held her close and guided her gently. Soon, they were swaying slowly to the music, Carmela's nerves slowly dissipating."This isn't so bad, is it?" George asked, a smile playing on his lips."No, it's not bad at all," Carmela said, relaxing into the dance.As the music continued, the dance floor filled up with other couples, all moving to the slow beat of the song. George and Carmela glided around the room, their feet moving in time with the
The next morning, Carmela woke to the shrill ringing of her phone. She scrambled to pick it up, her heart racing. When she saw that it was a call from Sarah, she felt a pit of dread form in her stomach."Hello?" she said, her voice trembling."Carmela," Sarah said, her voice sounding small and scared. "The twins are missing. Last night, a group of men broke in and took them. I don't know where they are right now. I’m scared! You have to come over. Please."Carmela felt her knees go weak. "What? My twins! No no no…I’ll be right over." She hung up the phone and ran to get dressed, her mind racing. What could have happened to her twins? And why or who would have done that?Carmela rushed out of her room in a rush, after she had already put on a dress. At the dinner room, Max was seated at the sofa, looking at the Tv.He turned abruptly at Carmela as she buckle her shoes in a rush. “Well good morning…” he stood to his feet to ease the moment, but with the looks on Carmela’s face, he wi
“Who was that?” Officer Johnson said in a rushed voice. He was very curious to who had called Carmela and if it was related to the kidnapping of the twins. Carmela slowly dropped the phone from her ear, her eyes all teary, she looked at Sarah and the officer before she said another word. “Nichole,” Her voice came in short, “she’s s-she’s the one that took my kids. Please help me out, I don’t think I’ll be able to take all this anymore.”At hearing this, Sarah rushed to console Carmela dearly, her hands slowly sliding the sides of her body. “Calm down, my team and I are looking into all this.”Officer Johnson assured wholeheartedly, “I wanna know, did you record the conversation?”If she did, it would have been more easier for him to get a warrant and begin the search. “No, I didn’t.”“Shit!”He sweared that instant, now it would be more difficult for him to find the kids and also arrest Nichole all together. “You should have, that would have helped us fasten this case. You know we ha
"I'm not going to stop until I'm satisfied," Maxwell said, his voice cold and hard. "I'm not going to let you see Carmela, Or your twins kids. You need to understand that."Max's eyes pleaded with him. "Please, just stop all this," he said, his voice desperate. "Just let me see her one last time. I promise I'll leave her alone after that.""No," Maxwell said, his tone final. "I'm not going to let you ever feel happy, It's over."Maxwell turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, leaving Max alone with his thoughts. Max took a deep breath, trying to clear his head. Suddenly His gaze fell on a cellphone sitting on a nearby table. It was Maxwell’s he had forgotten it.A plan began to form in his mind.Pedro sat in his office, staring at his phone in a panic. He knew he had to do something about the matter regarding the kids been taken by Nichole, but he didn't know what to do. Finally, after an hour of agonizing indecision, he picked up his phone and dialed Nichole's number. She a
"Can I be excused?" Carmela asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Officer Johnson nodded, and she stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.Outside, she pulled out her phone and texted Max back. "Is this really important?" she wrote.Almost immediately, her phone buzzed with a reply. "Yes," the message read. "It's urgent."Carmela put her phone back in her pocket, her mind racing. She knew she shouldn't leave the station - what if Nichole called again? But at the same time, she couldn't just sit there and do nothing. She had to find her twins not by just siting around. After a moment's hesitation, she made up her mind and walked out of the station, her heart pounding in her chest.Carmela stepped out of the cab and looked around, taking in the surroundings. The neighborhood was rundown and abandoned, with boarded-up windows and overgrown yards. It was a far cry from the comfortable neighborhood she had grown up in. She spotted Max's car parked in front of an old, dil
As Carmela sat there, her phone rang. She saw that it was Officer Johnson, and she felt a little excitement in her. Maybe he had news about the case. She answered the call, her heart racing."Ms. martins," Officer Johnson said, his voice sounding urgent. "I need you to come to the station. Something has happened. It's good news."Carmela's heart leaped. "What is it?" she asked, her voice breathless. "What happened?"“Just come over to the station and all shall be relayed to you.” Officer Johnson assured over the phone briefly and after, the call went off. Sarah who was sipping slowly the coffee from her cup, placed it down and look at Carmela anticipated to know what had made her this happy. “What’s it?” She asked.“Officer Johnson just got off from the phone and he mentioned, something good had happened.” Carmela said, her lips in a smile. "It must be good news if they're calling you in," Sarah said, a smile on her face. "You should go. I'll be fine."Carmela nodded, relief floodi
"Where should we meet?" Carmela asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "I'll come talk to you in person if that's what you want.""We'll meet at the waterfront, in the middle of the city," Nichole said, her voice cold and hard. "You have one hour to get there. If you don't show up, or if you bring anyone with you, I'll make sure your children pay the price. Do you understand?"Carmela felt her heart beating in her chest. "I understand," she said, trying to keep her voice calm. "I'll..”Just as Carmela opened her mouth to speak, Nichole hung up the phone. Carmela stood there, frozen in place, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt her hands shaking, and her breath coming in short gasps. She was panicking, and she didn't know what to do.She felt like she was going to be sick. She was terrified of what would happen if she didn't go to the waterfront. But she was also terrified of what would happen if she did. She didn't know how to make the right choice.The next day, Carmela was