Dana was running on empty—moving between the hospital, the police station, and the school, all while caring for her son Max, who lay in bed with injuries no one could ignore. The bruises and cuts on his body told a story Dana couldn't bear to face, but she knew the truth: it looked like sexual assault. The doctors hadn't confirmed anything yet, but a mother's instincts spoke louder than words. As despair and rage battled inside her, she felt the weight of it all while others around her offered hollow words of comfort.
Her husband, Eddie, had finally returned home, but instead of offering support, he stayed hidden, muttering excuses about how the situation could ruin his reputation. Dana didn't have time to cry anymore. Tears couldn't fix what had happened. Anger, however, might make a difference.
As calls poured in—some from concerned friends, others from gossiping neighbors—Dana steeled herself for what lay ahead. Max's body might heal, but what about his mind? Was the hospital safe for him? Could they stay in the neighborhood where this happened? She confronted the police officers, beginning with an apology for her earlier outburst. Officer Lia, understanding her pain, reassured her, but Dana's questions were relentless. How many people were involved? Was Max safe anywhere? As she voiced her fears, her tears finally broke through her composure. Lia placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, knowing the family's ordeal was far from over.
Meanwhile, Eddie was at home, preparing to leave. His excuse about protecting his reputation masked his true intent: escape. His friend had already helped him move valuables, and now all he needed was cash and a clean getaway. But as he loaded the last of his bags into his car, someone noticed him—someone unexpected.
His mother-in-law, Rose, suddenly appeared, standing in front of the car, blocking his path. Furious and shouting, she demanded answers: "Where were you? Why are you here instead of by your son and wife's side? What excuse do you have now?"
Eddie, caught off guard, considered backing away—or worse. There were no cameras, and only Dana knew he was back. But as another car passed by, Eddie thought better of it. He got out and tried to mask his anger with a hug. "I'm sorry, Rose," he said, feigning regret. "Work kept me away. I'm here now.