Eve hurried down the hall with Julian. Was Theresa right? Was she going to get her daughters back? Would she get her own miracle?

Given the news they had just gotten about Martin, anything seemed possible.

Still, she was almost afraid to go there—to allow herself any hope. Her heart had been broken so many times over the past few months, she couldn't even keep track of all of the disappointments anymore.

What she wouldn't give to have a fresh start, to erase everything that had happened over the past few months.

Eve halted in her tracks as she caught sight of Sheridan sobbing in Luis's arms a little ways down the hall; her heart constricted in her chest.

"Are you sure you're ready to go back in, Sheridan?" Luis rubbed her back.

"Yes, Luis." Sheridan's chest heaved. "I have to face up to this sometime."

"Face up to what?" The grip around Eve's heart tightened as she walked up behind them. "You haven't done anything wrong."

"Eve's right about that," Julian agreed. "Sheridan, you're an innocent in all of this."

Tears slipping down her cheeks, Sheridan looked back at them. "Eve, it's good to see you."

"It's good to see you, too." Eve managed a smile. "We heard that Martin's awake—your mother must be thrilled, Luis."

"She is." Luis grinned and dug his hands into his pockets. "Sheridan and I were just about to say goodbye to her and Papa and then go get Sheridan's release paperwork signed."

"Does that mean everything is okay with you and the baby?" Julian asked his sister.

Sheridan smiled softly at her brother. "Yes, Julian, it is."

Eve took a deep breath in, optimism rising in her chest. If these two could find peace after everything that had happened between them—then maybe there was hope for her, too.


"I can't believe Antonio ran away all those years ago, Pilar." Martin raised his brow. "He must have had a good reason."

"Yes, well, I believe that, but, Luis . . . he's always had a hard time with it. He shouldered a lot of responsibility once Antonio left—sacrificed so much for this family." Pilar glanced at the door, tears welling in her eyes. "Our son . . . he even gave up a full scholarship to college just to help me with the mortgage."

Martin's brow creased with worry. "And now he's about to take on a whole new set of responsibilities. Would you mind telling me what all of that was about earlier, Pilar? Why did Luis usher Sheridan out of the room? Is something wrong with the baby?"

"Nothing is wrong with the baby." Pilar sighed and shook her head. "It's just that Sheridan, she's gotten it into her head that everything that has happened to our family is somehow all her fault. When the DJ mistakenly announced the father-daughter dance tonight at Theresa's wedding, Sheridan got so upset that she rushed down to the wharf, where she accidentally slipped and fell."

"Alistair . . ." Martin frowned. "He's the one who put thoughts like that in her head in the first place."

"I agree." Pilar massaged Martin's shoulders.

Martin turned to look at his wife. "That monster needs to be stopped."

"I couldn't agree more," Luis said as he wheeled Sheridan into the room.

"Make that two of us," Julian added as he followed Luis in, Eve close behind him.

"Eve, you're back," Pilar smiled.

"I am." Eve embraced her. "I'm so thrilled for you, Pilar."

"Thank you." Pilar squeezed her. "It's so good to see you back home."

"Yes, well, I couldn't stay away forever," Eve said. "I needed to be close to my girls."

"I'm just glad you're back in Harmony." Julian studied her. "You, too, Martin."

Martin nodded. "Thank you, Julian."

Julian pursed his lips and bowed his head. "I want you to know that I'm truly sorry for everything my father and I did."

"I appreciate that." Martin folded his hands in his lap. "I know Alistair didn't make life easy for you."

"Yes, well, that's all in the past." Julian tapped the tips of his fingers together. "The important thing now is for me to make reparations for everything we did."

"I hope those amends include those owed to you." Martin fixed his eyes on Julian's. "Your mother would want that for you."

"Ah, yes, my mother," Julian sighed. "God rest her dear, departed soul. How she ever survived as long as she did with my father is something I shall never know."

Martin's brow furrowed with confusion; his eyes darted between Julian and Sheridan. "You two don't know, do you?"

"Know what?" Sheridan's back straightened.

"I should have guessed." Martin's eyes flew to Luis's. "The way you were talking about her in Mexico . . . son, when you were telling Sheridan that you knew Katherine loved her, you were speaking in the past tense, weren't you?"

"Yeah, I was." Luis's forehead creased. "What are you getting at, Papa?" Luis tightened his fingers around Sheridan's shoulders.

Martin pressed his lips together and glanced between Julian and Sheridan again. "I don't know how to say this, but, Julian, Sheridan . . . your mother . . . there's a good chance that she's still alive."