"Whether or not I am moving on with Justin is none of your business, Bo. Now let me get my things, so Justin and I can give you and Billie all the privacy you need so you can resume making out," Hope spoke in a voice laden with pain.

She headed upstairs with Justin and together they packed up a couple of suitcases for herself and Ciara. "I'm really sorry, Hope," Justin said as soon as they were alone.

"Thank you so much for being here for me, Justin. I don't know how I could do this without you," Hope said as she gave him a hug. Justin held her a moment, trying to lend her his strength and his comfort.

"It's been a really long night. I think we all need some sleep. Maybe you'll be able to think a little clearer in the morning."

"In the morning, we can go pick up Ciara. She's all that matters right now. My relationship with her father may have gone down the drain, but at least I still have my precious little girl."

"You're lucky to have her, and she's just as lucky to have you," Justin said as he finally released her from their hug. He helped her carry her suitcases downstairs and then he carried them out to his car.

"Good bye," Hope said to her husband. "I'll have my lawyer contact yours."

"Ohhh you mean your new boyfriend, Justin?" asked Bo sarcastically.

Hope didn't respond. She just headed out the door. After she left, Bo and Billie were left alone. "You should try to get some rest, Bo," Billie said. "It's been a really long night... and I am sure after that confrontation with Hope, you'd like to be alone."

~o~

Justin drove Hope to the Kiriakis Mansion where he had lived with his uncle for the past year. It was well past midnight, so Victor had gone to bed hours ago. The mansion was incredibly dark as they walked up to the door. "I'm exhausted," Hope said to Justin when they stepped into the foyer.

"I'll walk you upstairs to one of the guest rooms," Justin offered.

~o~

"Katerina, you didn't stab me. The man you stabbed was actually an impostor that Vivian hired who was pretending to be me. She was trying to get both of us out of the way so she could get to Nicky. I hope she didn't succeed. I hope she did not steal our son from you."

"She succeeded to some extent. Nicholas was angry at me for a very long time, thinking I had killed you," Carly explained. "We had a very strained relationship, but with much time and healing, he and I became close again. As for Vivian, she's hated by most everyone. She's done a lot of bad things, Lawrence. Her cruelty abounds."

"Where is she?"

"No one knows. I heard she went to Europe. I guess she got tired of trying to sabotage my life."

"No one is safe until that wretched woman is dead. I can't believe what she did to me, her own nephew; all because she wanted to take Nicky from us, raise him as her own, and mold him into her evil protegee."

"Lawrence, when exactly did Vivian take you from us? When did the impostor take over your life?" Carly asked. She knew there was so much she had to tell him, but first she had a few questions she had to ask.

"She was drugging me. The medication she gave me caused me to have black-outs. It was the same drug she gave me when I was a child, after we believed that Forest had drowned. She was manipulating me. I can't be 100% certain, but I think the medication was causing me to experience violent rages and mood swings. I have vague memories of screaming matches between the two of us. My last memory was of you telling me you were going away on a medical retreat to Paris. We argued and I remember threatening you. I told you that if you left on that trip, I would find you, and I would make you pay for leaving me..." Lawrence spoke as he sucked in a long, painful breath.

"I'm sorry, Katerina. I wasn't myself then. The drugs Vivian gave me had made me angry, violent, and insecure. You packed your bags and you left. I guess I lost my mind. I passed out, and when I woke up again, I was locked in Vivian's horrid prison. That's the last memory I have of you... until now."

"Ohhh my God," Carly gasped as the time-frame suddenly came together for her.

"You don't know, do you?" Carly then said as she stared at Lawrence in disbelief.

"Don't know what?" asked Lawrence.

"You couldn't possibly know that nine months later, I gave birth to a baby girl," she explained.