The sight of Mr. Atom sent a jolt of adrenaline through Carmela's body.

He was tall and broad-shouldered, with the same dark hair and piercing blue eyes as Max. He looked more older than she remembered, but his presence was still commanding.

"Hello, Nichole," he said, his voice low and deep.

"Oh, you're here," Nichole said, her voice sounding surprisingly steady. "Please, have a seat. Would you like something to drink?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't stay," Mr. Atom said, his expression serious. ...