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

“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

"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

"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

Earlier, Max had been called to the scene because of the sudden downfall of Nichole. "Carmela," Max said, his voice filled with concern. He rushed to her side, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. "It's going to be okay," he said, his voice soothing. "I'm here for you." Carmela clung to Max, her body wracked with sobs. "It's all my fault," she cried. "I shouldn't have let go of her. I should have stopped her. Now she's..." She couldn't finish the thought. Max held her tighter, rocking her gently. "You're not to blame," he said, Carmela's grief turned to anger, and she struck Max's chest with her fists. "It's because of me!" she screamed, her words tinged with bitterness. "I should have done something! I should have stopped her!" Officer Johnson stepped forward, placing a hand on Max's shoulder. "You should take her home," he said. "We'll keep looking for her, but for now, she needs you." Max nodded, taking Carmela's hand and leading her away from the cli