Tears stream down her face as she sits in the back of the police car. She's on her way to identify what could be her husband's body, her Nicky Tilsley. Her mind wanders to to the last few years and everything they've been through. Their relationship hasn't been easy at all. From the gambling to her sleeping with Robert and giving birth to Eliza on the bathroom floor when none of them even knew she was pregnant, it's been one of the most complicated relationships she's ever been in. But she wouldn't change any of it. It has all been worth it, Nick has been worth it all.

She knows that if this turns out to be Nick then her whole world will change in an instant. She'll be left a single mum to two, soon to be three, children with a restaurant to run in a place where she has no family around her, a place where she is completely alone. But she also knows if this isn't Nick then he's still out there somewhere and he could be hurt or scared. He's still missing and that kills her.

If this isn't Nick then some other poor family is going to be devastated. It'll be someone else's son, someone else's husband and maybe even someone else's daddy. Either way someone's life is going to be completely changed today.

The walk to the morgue was short but felt like it took forever. She's standing outside a room, the door and curtains are closed as the police officer places her hand on Carla's shoulder.

'Are you ready?' She asks and Carla sighs.

'I don't think I'll ever be ready.' Carla whispers. She reaches forward and slowly opens the door before making her way inside. Tears fall down her cheeks as she sees the shape of a body lying beneath a large white sheet. The mortuary assistant pulls back the sheet and Carla takes in the sight in front of her. From the silver wedding band on his left hand to his brown messy hair. There is two red marks either side of his neck and a large gash across his forehead. Tears stream down her cheeks and she lets out a sob as she quickly backs out of the room. In the waiting room the female police officer practically holds her up as she covers her face with her hands and sobs.

The car journey back to the house is silent. She sits in the backseat with tears streaming down her cheeks as she stares out the window. Today has no doubt been one of the hardest days of her life and she knows there is plenty more hard days to come but as she rests her hand on her stomach the gentle fluttering of her unborn baby moving manages to bring her some comfort.

'Mumma!' Eliza shouts as Carla makes her way through the front door. The two year old instantly runs towards her mother and throws herself into her arms.

'Hi, sweetie.' Carla says quietly. She wraps her arms around the little girl and hugs her tightly as tears stream down her cheeks.

'Missed Mumma...' Eliza says and Carla sighs as she kisses her cheek.

'I missed you too baby girl...' She replies burying her head in the little girl's shoulder.

'Carla...' Aidan says and she shakes her head.

'Hey... Come here.' He whispers pulling her into his arms and hugging tightly, Eliza cuddled in between them.

'I'm so sorry...' He says and she shakes her head.

'It wasn't Nick... It wasn't my Nicky.' She cries and he lets out a sigh of relief.

'Thank god...' He says.

'But it was someone else's husband, he had a wedding ring on. Almost identical to Nick's.' She replies and he kisses the top of her head.

'Let's get you a nice cuppa.' He says.