Zachary froze, his Adam's apple bobbing. He turned to see her reddened eyes and, with one hand on the steering wheel, reached for tissues with the other.

His hand on the wheel was trembling slightly.

Rebecca took the tissues he handed her and roughly wiped her face. Realizing she'd lost her composure, she fell silent.

After a while, the car came to a stop outside a secluded restaurant.

Zachary got out and opened her door. Rebecca, now composed, asked, "What are we ...