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- The social worker introduced Tempest, Alex, and Trevor to Hank Bassett -- the biological father of Yvette’s child. Hank declared that he wants Alex and Trevor to adopt the boy.
- Tori was upset when Zane showed little interest in spending time with her alone.
- Spencer
summoned Natalie and revealed the results of the paternity test on baby Peter.

“Because if you look here… the DNA says pretty clearly that Peter is my son.”

Spencer Ragan’s words hit Natalie Bishop like a bolt of lightning. She stares in disbelief at the papers in his hand as they stand in the loft on the second story of his house, her entire reality seeming to morph around her.

“You’re lying,” she says, suddenly numb all over. “You’re lying."

“Look here!” He holds up the DNA results and points to the print, which after a second of looking like nothing more than a blurry mess of black and white becomes more visible to her. And it does seem to say that the test was a match, meaning that Spencer is her son’s father. 

“How do I know you didn’t fake this?” she persists. 

“Why the hell would I fake this? Do you think I’m dying to have a kid right now?"

“You sure as hell have been pushing for it for months and months."
  Spencer Ragan

“Because there was a good chance Peter was my son,” he says. “And now we know he is. Since I do have a kid, I’m not just going to hand him over to someone else."

Jason isn’t just ‘someone else.’ He’s your uncle. He’s a good man. A good father."

Spencer slams his hand down on the metal desk. “But he isn’t Peter’s father! That’s the point. I am!"

Natalie’s heart races. “I’m not denying that. But you said yourself that you don’t want to be a father right now. Jason loves Peter. He loves being his father. We have a home. A family. Peter will grow up loved and wanting for nothing."

He doesn’t have an immediate comeback. Natalie swears that she can see the mist of indecision float over his eyes -- and, along with it, her last chance. 

“You don’t need to turn your life upside-down for a child,” she says. “Not now. Let Peter stay where he is. Let this go. You’ll be able to know that your son is being raised well, that he’s safe and happy. And you’ll still be able to have your twenties, your life."

Spencer looks down at the floor. 

“Please, Spencer,” Natalie pleads. “Do what’s best for Peter and for yourself. Let this go."

KB Memorial Hospital

“From what I hear,” Hank Bassett says, glancing up from beneath the bill of his ball cap, "you’re gonna make great parents to my boy.”

It takes a moment for Alex Marshall to understand the words that he is hearing. As they sink in, he turns to Trevor Brooks in disbelief and sees that his fiancé is having much the same reaction.

“Are you serious?” Trevor asks. 

Hank nods with a reserved slowness, the same sort of downbeat energy that he has displayed ever since he walked into the hospital cafeteria with Veronica Nguyen, the social worker handling Yvette’s infant son’s placement. 

“Mr. Bassett read my report on my meeting with you,” Veronica explains, “and he says that he feels confident you’ll make good parents, especially if that’s what Yvette intended."

“I got no problem with gay people and such,” Hank says. “World’s got bigger problems than people wanting to be a family."

Tempest Banks, who has been standing there motionless, now blurts out, “He met them five seconds ago!"

“It’s this lady’s job to find good parents for babies,” Hank says, casting a stern sideways glance at Tempest. “You’re just a kid yourself."

She puffs out her chest and steps forward. “What, you gonna slap me around again?"

“Tempest,” Claire Fisher says, as she again places her hand on Tempest’s shoulder. “Don’t."

But Tempest shakes her off and then addresses the social worker, who has somehow managed to maintain a steady, even demeanor.

“He shouldn’t get a say,” Tempest rails. “Just because he got someone pregnant doesn’t mean he’s a dad. He’s a hypocrite, saying he wants a good home for his kid after what he did to me--"

“Tempest,” Veronica says. “I am… I’m sorry for whatever has happened in the past."

“I didn’t do nothing,” Hank interrupts.

Veronica shoots him a look before continuing. “But as long as the DNA results come back positive, Mr. Bassett has the legal right to place his child via private adoption. If he were petitioning to raise the child himself, that might be a different story."

“What the hell is he even doing here?” Tempest fires back. 

“A lady called me,” Hank says. “Told me what happened to Yvette and that the baby was okay. Even offered to pay my way up here so I can deal with all of it."

Claire moves closer, her eyebrow raised. “What lady?"

Hank shrugs. “Her name’s Diane."


“Here, let me make some room for that,” Paula Fisher says as she springs toward the open refrigerator. Her daughter takes a step back, a Tupperware full of Spanish rice in her grip. 

Like some kind of magician, Paula manages to rearrange items inside the refrigerator so that there is ample room for the container of rice. As she is placing it in there, they hear the distance sounds of the front door opening and closing. 

“You’re back early,” Sarah says to Tori Gray as the young woman enters the kitchen. 

Tori shrugs and pulls open the refrigerator. 

“What do you need, dear?” Paula asks. “I can fix you something."

“I thought you were having dinner out,” Sarah says. 

Tori turns, illuminated by the glow of the refrigerator’s light. “I wound up not eating."

“Here, we had fajitas. There are leftovers. I’ll make some for you.” Paula shuffles back to the refrigerator and gently moves her granddaughter out of the way.
  Tori Gray

“Thanks, Grandma.” Tori takes a seat at the table and pulls out her phone.

Sarah leans against the counter and takes a sip of her flavored seltzer. Bubbles jump up from the glass to tickle her nose as she studies her daughter. There is something sullen about Tori, an energy like an invisible curtain that stands between her and them. 

“Everything okay?” Sarah finally asks. 

Tori looks up, her eyes immediately defensive, as though her mother just asked if she crashed the car or robbed a store on the way home. 

Paula places several Tupperware containers down beside the stove and glances toward the table with concern. 

“It’s nothing.” Tori shakes her head. “Just Zane."

Sarah sets down her glass a little too hard, propelled forward by months of pent-up rage. “Did he do something to you?"

“No! It’s fine."

“It doesn’t seem fine,” Sarah says. 

“It’s fine.” Tori lets out a sigh. “I keep asking him to do stuff, and he’s always too busy or something."

“He came to dinner the other night!” Paula says. “He seemed to enjoy himself.” She touches a hand to her chest as she gasps. “Do you think we scared him off? Not every girl he sees has a grandmother on house arrest…"

Sarah is barely able to conceal her reaction. “I have a feeling that nothing that happens in this family will scare that guy off."

“I think he’s just not into me,” Tori says. “But maybe I moved too fast by inviting him to a family thing. I don’t know."

“You did nothing wrong.” Sarah slides into the chair beside her daughter, who all of a sudden has been transformed by her vulnerability into an even younger version of herself. “You are a catch. You’re a smart, beautiful, clever woman. If he can’t see that, then it’s his loss."

As Paula resumes putting together a plate of food, she chimes in, “I couldn’t agree more. If he can’t make time for you, then don’t you give him another thought."

Please, Sarah thinks. Because if Zane gives Tori reason to move on, then he’ll no longer have any leverage over her, either -- and she can stop thinking about whether paying him the blackmail money is her best option. 

“I hope I didn’t scare him off myself,” Tori says. She drops her head down into her arms, folded on the table. 

Sarah rubs her daughter’s back. “You didn’t. This isn’t about you. I promise."

She hopes that Tori will never find out just how true that is. 


Natalie’s hands tense into tight balls as she waits for some kind of response from Spencer. Her nails begin to dig into her palms. 

“Please, just think about this,” she says. “This is something you won’t be able to take back."

He contemplates the situation for another instant, and then a new fire flares from within him. “He’s my son! I am not letting him grow up the way I did."

“What are you talking about? Jason and I-- we’re not that woman who raised you. We are good parents."

He rolls his eyes. “I was kept from my actual parents for the first 21 years of my life. I was lied to. And they aren’t bad people, Claire and Tim -- but because of everything that happened, it’s like I’m not really their son. They don’t trust me or believe in me. They never will. Because they can’t get past the fact that Loretta raised me. That means I can’t trust them, either."

“They love you,” she says, simply wanting to talk him down. 

“They don’t! They think they do. But they can’t, because they don’t think of me as theirs. I’m not going to have that happen with my own son. I’m not."

“What the hell do you want from me, Spencer?"

“Nothing! I want my son!"


The blue sedan eases to a stop beside the curb. Sabrina Gage thanks the driver and steps out. As she searches for the house number on the exterior to confirm that the large, white, modern structure is the house she’s looking for, she notices the BMW in the driveway. This must be Spencer’s house. 

The Uber pulls away, and with the notebook full of passwords to Philip’s hard drives and accounts clutched in her arms, Sabrina approaches the house.


“You can’t do this,” Natalie says, her voice teeming with desperation.

“I can, and I will.” With the DNA results in his hand, Spencer moves for the stairs. “You don’t get to play God here."

“You are going to ruin my whole life!” she screams.

“We didn’t even know about the connection when we had sex,” Spencer says. “Jason will understand. You won’t lose him."

“What kind of drugs are you on?"

“We’ll make it work,” he says, and again he goes for the stairs.

“Stop!” Natalie lunges to grab the papers out of his hands. Instead she gets a hold of his sweater.

“Get off me!” Spencer shouts as he tries to pull free from her grasp.


Sabrina lifts her finger to the doorbell, but before she can press it, she hears a voice roar from inside the house: “Get off me!"

It is Spencer’s voice. She’s sure of it. 

“What in the heck is going on in there?” she wonders aloud, unsure if she should interrupt.


Spencer jerks away from Natalie. 

“This is happening,” he says, his gaze now cold and hard. “You can either work with me or against me. But it’s happening."

“Let’s just talk,” she says, and her hand shoots out to grab the papers from him. But Spencer pulls away--

Natalie watches in slow motion as he steps backward, but instead of finding the landing, he finds open air where he thought a stair would be. His hand juts toward her, and instinctively she reaches, but it is too late. His feet cannot find the ground, and the next thing either of them knows, he is flying backward, his heels over his head, his body thumping against the stairs as he plummets downward.


As soon as Diane’s name comes out of Hank’s mouth, it is as if someone has lit a detonator attached to Tempest’s body. She surges forward, full fury radiating from her being. 

“I should’ve known,” she spits through gritted teeth. “I should’ve known. She’s had her damn dirty hands in this all along."

Claire shoots an exasperated expression at Alex and Trevor. “Why is Diane still involved in this?"

Alex shrugs, barely able to keep up with what is going on. His head is still spinning from the news that he is going to be a father. 

“I’ve gotta go,” Tempest says, and she stomps toward the exit.

“Wait!” Claire calls after her. She jogs to catch up with Tempest. 

Alex and Trevor stand awkwardly with Hank and the social worker. Alex glances around and sees the few other cafeteria patrons watching them.
  Tempest Banks

“We can’t thank you enough,” he says to Hank, hoping to break the tension in the air. “We’re committed to being excellent parents to your son."

“I’m sure you will be."

The man’s pleasant grin is so at odds with the accusations that Tempest just leveled at him --allegations that, given her background and his interaction with Yvette, Alex believes. He hurts for Tempest, for the grief she has to go through and for having to see this person who clearly put her through so much pain. Yet he also knows that, right now, what’s most important is that baby’s welfare.


Claire catches up to Tempest in the lobby of the hospital. 

“Honey. Wait,” Claire says, nearly breathless.

Tempest spins around. “Just let me do this."

“Do what?"

“Go and…” She tenses again, like there are so many words trying to force their way out that they’ve created a logjam in her throat. “Deal with this. I don’t know. That bitch needs to get what’s coming to her."

“I understand that you’re upset about Diane interfering,” Claire says, “but Hank might’ve been an issue in the future anyway. This way, at least everything is aboveboard. And I know you’re upset--"

“I am pissed!"

“And that’s okay. But please, don’t do anything rash. The baby is going to be safe and cared for. Isn’t that the goal here?"

That gets some of the fire to drain from Tempest, at least momentarily. 

“I guess. Yeah."

“Meanwhile, I’m worried about you,” Claire goes on. “Hank was one of the men you told me about, right? I know it can’t be easy to see him, especially unexpectedly like that."

“I hate him."

“You don’t ever have to see him again.” Claire opens her arms and tries to steer Tempest into them for a hug. “He’ll go away, and that’s that."

“None of it’s fair,” Tempest says, her voice suddenly racked with emotion. “I hate this."

Claire pulls her closer. “I know. But I’m here for you. We all are. You’re going to get through this. You are a strong woman. Okay?"

Tempest begins to sob against Claire.


Natalie stands in shock on the landing. The sound of Spencer tumbling down the stairs echoes in her mind, a thumping that grows louder and louder with each repetition. 

He lies to the side of the open staircase. He isn’t moving, and his body is contorted in such a way -- arm at a strangle angle, leg to the side -- that even looking at it turns her stomach. But she doesn’t see any blood. 

It occurs to her that whatever she does next is going to decide a lot of things. 

Carefully, she makes her way down the stairs. The lack of a railing strikes her as absolutely insane. How could he possibly have a child here?

When she kneels near Spencer’s body, cautious not to touch him in any way just yet, she confirms that there is somehow no blood. That has to be a good sign. A better sign, at any rate. 

She wonders if she should call 911. Maybe there is a way to do it without anyone knowing she was here -- or at least why...

The piercing cry of the doorbell yanks her from her thoughts.


Sabrina presses the doorbell and waits, as a panicky anxiety fills her chest. Something is not right. She can tell. 

“Spencer! Are you in there? Are you okay?"


Natalie doesn’t recognize the voice, but she can tell that it is female. 

She is deathly still as she considers her next move.

“Spencer, it’s Sabrina!"

Why in the hell would she be coming over here? Natalie thinks. 

There is one thing that she does know: that she can’t be found here. Especially not like this. Unable to look at Spencer’s motionless form, she swipes the papers from his hand and rushes for the back door, praying that there will be some way to make it out of the yard undetected.


The lack of response from inside only makes Sabrina more nervous. Spencer was yelling at someone -- but whom?

With trembling fingers, she pulls out her cell phone and dials 911.


Will Spencer survive his fall?
What should Tempest do next?
Is Sarah free from Zane’s torture?
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Tuesday, June 13, 2017

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