There, sitting at a table in the middle of the restaurant, were Max and Nichole. They looked happy, laughing and talking as they sipped their wine.

Carmela felt the color drain from her face, and her heart started pounding in her chest. How could they be here? She thought. What are they doing?

Max looked up and saw her standing there, his eyes widening in surprise. "Carmela," he said, standing up. "What are you doing here?"

Carmela tried to keep her composure, determined not to let Max and ...