Samantha and Johnathan had asked to go to Perry's office. They wanted to make things right with Della. Gertie was at her desk when they walked in. She looked up and smiled at the family. She hit the intercom button. "Yes, Gertie?" Della's voice came over the intercom.

"You have a few visitors. Are you available?"

"I'm finishing typing up these notes. Send them back."

Gertie turned off the intercom. "You heard the lady." She pointed at a door, "that leads to Della's office."

They all walked over to the door and into the office. "Have a seat," she said without looking. "I'll be with you in one moment." The family sat quietly and watched as Della finished typing. She placed the paper on the desk with the other and turned her chair around. The woman was stunned. "What are you all doing here?"

"Visiting, like Gertie said," Tony answered. "You're not in your wheelchair. That's good."

"I can't sit in it to type."

The office door opened and a young man walked in. "Sorry to interrupt. I just have these reports to drop off." He handed Della the manilla envelopes.

"Thank you," she smiled. "Oh, Paul, this is Tony and his daughter Samantha. Angela, her son Johnathan, and Angela's mother, Mona."

"Hi," Paul smiled. "It's nice to meet you. I'd love to stay, but I have an important date."

"Tea?" Della asked.

"You know it."

"Formal?"

"I have the hat and everything."

"Give the girls my love."

"I will," Paul said before leaving.

Samantha walked right up to Della. "Nana, I'm sorry for everything. Gertie explained to us what happened. It's awful what they did to you."

"Yeah," Johnathan said as he approached the woman. "We're so sorry."

"Can you ever forgive us?"

"Of course, I can," Della smiled. "You have to promise me something."

"What?"

"Next time, just ask me or grandpa."

"We will," Sam said before the two kids hugged Della. The woman smiled from the pure joy.

"Oh," Della winced in pain as she sat back.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked.

"Nothing, dear," Della said. She began taking steady breaths.

"Ma, what's wrong?" Tony asked.

"My back is just hurting a bit. I have some pain pills that I can take, but the pain is going away. Actually, could you help me to the couch in your father's office?"

"Sure," Tony said. He lifted his mother and got her settled on Perry's couch.

"There's a pillow and blanket in the closet."

Tony retrieved the two items and tucked her in. "Where are your pills?"

"My purse," she answered, "it's locked up in the bottom right drawer of my desk. Perry has some in the top left drawer of his desk too."

"Okay," Tony said. "Get some rest and let me know if you need them."

Della fell asleep and Perry returned minutes later. He was surprised to see his son. It was decided that Tony and everyone would stay in Los Angeles a bit longer to get to know Tony's birth parents. Things had gone well, but Tony was covering up his feelings. He became afraid to have a relationship with his birth parents and felt a great deal of guilt.

Three months after the trip to Los Angeles, Angela walked into the living room, "Tony, we need to talk."

Tony saw how serious she looked, "oh no," he said, "you're firing me, aren't you? I'm sorry for whatever I did wrong and I'll never do it again."

"No, that's not it." Angela sat on the couch and motioned for him to join her, "Tony, I just got off the phone with your father. Your mother is missing."

"What?"

"Two months ago, your father had knee surgery. She's been taking care of him. I guess she went to pick up his prescription and never came back."

"She's just gone?"

"Yeah," Angela answered, "Tony, I'm so sorry."

"Why should you be sorry? You're not the one who's been avoiding her for three months. That's probably why she kept asking me to come out. She always asked me to stay for a month."

"I'll book a flight to California. We're all going with you."

"Angela, you don't have to."

"You would do it for me."

"Yeah, I would."

Everyone packed a bag and they all flew out to Los Angeles. They met the rest of Tony's siblings and sat down with Perry to discuss what to do about finding Della.

"Pop, I doubt mom would want you going around playing detective when you just had knee surgery."

"Oh, that was months ago."

"Two," Tony pointed out. "Look, I can be just as stubborn and stupid as you."

"It's true," Sam said.

"Your mother would not want you putting yourself in danger," Perry argued.

"It's either me or you and I think we both know which one's going."

Tony took a row boat out to the yacht after he saw the others leave. He quietly climbed aboard and made sure no one else was around. The man had a feeling that she was below deck. He went downstairs, "mom," he whispered, "hey, where are you?"

Della thought she heard a voice and pressed her ear against the door. "Who's there?"

"Mom, it's Tony." He found the door and unlocked it. When he opened the door, relief washed over both of them. "I don't know how much time we have. We'd better hurry." Tony took her hand and led her to the deck. He got in the row boat first before helping his mother. When they reached the dock, Tony helped her out and the two saw the authorities already there. Both gave descriptions of the people and the police had Della get checked out. She was deemed fine, so they headed to the car. Tony held the door for her, but she didn't get in, "ma," he said in an effort to snap her back to reality. Della turned and wrapped her arms around her son. He pulled her in tightly as she cried, "hey, it's okay. You're safe now. You're okay," he stayed there with her for a moment before taking her home.

When Tony and Della walked in, everyone ran to hug the woman. Perry stood back and tried to be patient. Once Della had hugged everyone, she walked over to Perry and threw herself into his arms. "I'm so sorry," she said.

"Why? You didn't do anything wrong."

"I can't imagine what you went through."

"I'm just glad you're here and you're safe."

"Did you cancel your surgery?"

Perry chuckled, "you've been held hostage for four days and you're asking me about my surgery?"

"It's important," Della said.

"I didn't cancel it, but I probably would have if you were still missing." Perry led his wife to the couch. The two sat and Della snuggled into his side. They held each other, not wanting to ever let go. Dr. Leads still had connections on the outside. Della was the reason they were all in prison and he had decided to make her pay. Had Tony not shown up when he did, they would have succeeded.

Della and Perry had been through a lot since that awful day they were told their son had been stillborn. Perry had told Della that day that they would get through it. She wasn't so sure and he was a bit skeptical. They did get through it because they were each other's rock. They stuck together and made sure the other was okay. They had more children like they had wanted and now they had their firstborn back. The system had failed Della. It had failed all of those women. The ones who made it out, stayed in contact with one another. No one else could understand what they went through. They supported one another. Their husbands supported each other. They all survived the torture they had to endure at the facility and they had all been told that their babies were stillborn. These women and their families were survivors. Tony admired his parents a great deal after finding out everything they had to overcome. The others felt the same way. Della and Perry were grateful to have their firstborn back and to be a part of his family. Yes, Della was a survivor, but that's mainly because she's also a fighter.