Carmela took a deep breath and turned back to the morgue. "I'm ready to go," she said to Officer Johnson. "I want to take my kids home." "Of course," he said, his voice kind. "We've done everything we need to do here. I'll drive you home and make sure you and the kids are safe." Carmela felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. "Thank you," she said. "You've been so helpful. I really appreciate it." When Carmela and the kids arrived home, Max rushed out to meet them. He hugged the kids tightly, relief evident on his face. "Thank God you're safe," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I was so worried." Carmela looked at him, her expression stern. "You should have been there," she said. "Where were you?" Max's face fell. "I'm sorry," he said. "I was at work, and I didn't know anything had happened until you called me. Why didn't you tell me sooner?" "I was trying to surprise you," Carmela said. "when we both realized the kids were missing, everything fell apart. I didn't wa
“What!” said Max looking a lot surprised at Carmela’s abrupt response to his proposal. He had thought that this was the best time to get her to marry him. Maybe he had thought wrong and gotten the idea that Carmela would be his again. “Mommy say yes!” Noah and Hannah screamed, their hands at their mouth, “Say yes!” Carmela turned to the kids, looking at how happy and so obliged they were for her to say yes to their father. However was that what Carmela wanted? Did she even want to get back with Max? Well, she had no say in that. Her kid's happiness was hers and if they wanted her back with their father, then why not? She could give it a try. “I’m just joking, yes, I will want to marry you.”Carmela laughed awkwardly, a weak smile on her lips, “I love you.” It sounded so genuine to Max that he believed everything. Nevertheless, Carmela only said yes because she thought it was what would make her kids happy. It’s been a long rift and staying apart wasn’t the best medicine for t
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the city below. In a darkened bedroom, Carmela slept peacefully, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Beside her, Max lay still, his long eyelashes resting gently on his cheeks. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Then, suddenly, the quiet was broken by the bright light of Carmela's phone screen. A notification flashed on the screen, alerting her to a new message. The phone kept beeping, its shrill sound cutting through the silence of the room. Reluctantly, Carmela opened her eyes and reached for her phone. As she squinted at the screen, she saw that there were ten new notifications. The messages all read the same: "Help." Carmela's heart began to race as she wondered what this could mean. Was someone in trouble? Or was this some kind of prank? Carmela sat up in bed, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced over at Max, who was still sound asleep, blissfully unaware of the sit
As Carmela walked down the lonely street, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The air was still and quiet, and there was no one else around. The buildings looked run-down and abandoned, and the streetlights flickered eerily. The address she had been given led her to a dilapidated apartment building. She had a sinking feeling that she had been here before, but she couldn't remember when. It felt like a bad dream. As Carmela stepped into the dimly lit lobby of the apartment building, the memory of that day came flooding back to her. It was just a few months ago, and she had received a strange message on her phone, leading her to this very place. At the time, she had been with Max, and they had found themselves in a similar situation. She had followed the instructions, and it had ended badly. She shivered as she pushed the button for the elevator, dreading what she might find on the other side. Or was it max that had sent the message? "Hello?" Carmela called out, her
"If what you're saying is true, Max," Carmela said, her voice quavering, "then I've been with the wrong person all along. I've been in love with someone who was a lie." She looked at Max, her eyes full of questions. "How can I trust you now?" Max reached out to touch her hand, but Carmela pulled away. "I know you're angry," he said softly. "I know you have every right to be. But please, let me explain. I can prove to you that everything I'm saying is true." Carmela felt dizzy and overwhelmed. She didn't know what to believe anymore. Max reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace. She resisted at first, but then her strength gave out and she let herself be held. She buried her face in his chest and began to sob. Her body shook with the force of her emotions. "It's okay," Max whispered. "It's all going to be okay. Just let it out. Let it all out." When it was due, Carmela and Max headed back home. That house was originally Max’s but after everything that had happened, Maxwell
As Max and Maxwell both interchanged heartfelt look, a knock was heard on the door of the house and their attention where turned immediately. A suspicious looked appeared on Maxwell face that he looked at Max in the most unusual way. Had Max told someone else about this new discovery? “Who else have you told?”Maxwell approached Max up-close, like he was about to launch a punch in his face.“Who-else knows about you? Who did you tell before coming here?” Maxwell pointed his finger at Max’s chest and he didn’t even flinch a bit. His hands were crossed in unison and he looked at Maxwell straight in the eye. “Why?” Max smiled, he felt like it was a privilege to make Maxwell this uncomfortable.“Are you scared to open the door to the house you forcefully got without permission?” “I aren’t scared of anything.” Maxwell chuckled tirelessly looking below, as he rested his hands on his waist then looked back up at Max, his hands still pointing at him, “Understand that.” After, max walked to
Carmela's heart was racing as she watched Maxwell approach them, a gun in his hand. He was getting closer and closer, and she and Max were backing up against the wall. There was nowhere to run, and they were trapped. "Please," Carmela said, her voice shaking. "Don't do this." Maxwell just smiled, his eyes cold and cruel. "Oh, I'm going to do it," he said. "And there's nothing you can do to stop me." Max stepped forward, his voice firm. "Listen to me, Maxwell," he said. "You need to let go of your obsession with Carmela. It's not healthy, and it's not right. She's not yours, and she never will be." Maxwell laughed, a low, dark chuckle that sent a chill down Max's spine. "Oh, but that's where you're wrong," he said. "If you're out of the picture, then Carmela will be all mine." "We're brothers," Max said, his voice firm. "I know you could never kill me. We're family." Maxwell's smile faded, and his eyes flashed with anger. "You think I care about that?" he said. "I don't. If I wan
Carmela pressed her hands against Max's wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Tears streamed down her face as she begged Max to stay with her. "Please, please don't do this to me," she sobbed. "I need you. I love you." But Max just smiled, blood bubbling up from his mouth. "You're too late," he said, his voice weak. "I love you too, but I can't stay. I'm sorry." "Please don't talk like that," Carmela pleaded. "Please don't give up. Just stay with me. I'm here. I'm right here with you." She brushed his hair away from his face, and he turned to look at her, his eyes glazed with pain. His hand reached up to cup her cheek, and she felt his touch, warm and wet with blood. "I'm glad I got to see you one last time," he whispered. "I love you." Carmela sobbed, unable to speak. She held his hand, wishing she could stop time and make this moment last longer. Max's eyes started to flutter, and Carmela could tell he was fading. "Don't go," she begged. "Please, Max. Please stay with me." Bu