David Katz was a magician friend of Perry and Della's. Perry, Della, Ken, and Joy attended a benefit performance. David walked over to the little group, "this can't be little Joy," he said.

"She's all grown up," Della smiled.

"Well, as grown-up as a seventeen-year-old can be," Perry joked.

They chatted for a few more minutes before David left to get ready for the show. Perry, Della, Ken, and Joy took their seats. One of the tricks went terribly wrong. David's assistant fell out of a raised, glass coffin to her death.

Perry, Della, Ken, and Joy all stood on stage with the company as the police arrived. Della had an arm wrapped around her daughter who was in shock. Once the police had finished, David was arrested. Perry went to the station with him while Della took their daughter home. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," Joy said, "I think I'll just get ready for bed."

"Alright," Della kissed her cheek, "goodnight, sweetheart."

"Night, mom," Joy went to change and then climbed into bed.

Della got ready for bed, but waited up for Perry who joined her not long after he got home, "how's Joy?"

"Quiet," Della said, "she didn't want to talk about it and went straight to bed."

Suddenly, a scream was heard. Perry got out of bed and rushed to his daughter's room. He turned the light on and found her sitting up in bed, crying. "Hey," he sat on the side of the bed, "hey, what's wrong?"

"I, I..." the girl had obviously had a nightmare and was afraid to talk about it. Della walked in, "mom," Joy reached for her mother. Perry stood and Della took a seat. Joy threw her arms around her mother's neck. Della looked at Perry in confusion.

"Shh, it's alright," Della said. "What happened?"

"I can't talk about it," Joy said, "it was too scary."

"Okay, you don't have to."

Perry could tell that the girl needed her mother. "Della, why don't you take Joy to our room and I'll sleep in here tonight?"

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," he said, "she needs you."

Della pulled out of the hug and looked at her daughter, "come on, sweetheart."

Joy stood and hugged her father, "thanks, daddy."

"Anytime," he said as he kissed the top of her head, "try to get some sleep."

Della took her daughter back to the master bedroom. She held the girl all night. Occasionally, Joy would start whimpering, but Della was always able to calm her.

David's assistant, Kate Ford, was killed by the father of another assistant. Kate had hit the mother of the other girl with her car and driven away. That girl was in and out of foster care because her father was in prison. Her father killed Kate and his daughter tried to help him get away with it. Once it was all over, the Masons went home. Perry and Della were sitting on the couch together when Joy walked in. "Can I talk to you guys?" she asked nervously.

"Of course," Della said.

"I've been keeping something from the two of you. I, um, I found my birth mother." Perry and Della were in shock. "I've been talking to her a lot and she's even taken me to lunch or dinner while you two have been at work."

"How did you find her?" Perry asked.

"She found me," Joy said. "Anyway, the nightmare I had was about the glass coffin trick. Except, my birth mother was in the coffin and mom was the killer."

"Joy," Perry said, "who is your birth mother?"

"Someone we all know," she revealed. "I've been writing to her for a while without knowing. A few months ago I wrote about wanting to know more about my biological family and wanting to meet them. How I wasn't mad about them giving me up. She wrote back and revealed that she was my birth mother."

"Who?"

"Sister Margaret," Joy said. "She became pregnant in high school and her parents sent her to a convent. She gave me up because she couldn't care for me. I guess my father died in a car accident before I was born. Then she decided to become a nun."

"Well, I'm glad it's her," Perry said.

"Me too," Joy said as she looked at her heartbroken mother. "Mom, I'm really sorry."

"Don't be," Della said as she tried to keep her emotions in check, "it's just a surprise, that's all. I didn't think that's what you had to tell us. I'm fine," Della said.

"Well, I just wanted to tell you both," Joy said before leaving them alone.

Perry pulled his wife closer to him, "Della," he said sympathetically.

"No, you don't get to do that," she said as she stood. "You don't have to worry about being replaced because the father is dead."

"You're not being replaced."

"Oh no? What if she decides to run to Margaret every time she's mad at me? Now that she knows who her birth mother is, she can use that against me."

"I don't think she will."

"I'm not so sure," Della said. She looked at her husband for a moment, "I lied to you back then."

"About what?"

"I told you I didn't know the identity of Joy's parents."

"Della?"

"I knew the whole time."

A familiar voice came from the doorway, "what?"

Della and Perry saw their daughter standing there, "Joy," Della said softly.

"You knew all this time and didn't tell me? How could you?"

"It was a closed adoption. She didn't want you to be able to contact her or to know about her."

"I know that," Joy raised her voice. "She told me all of that. Why couldn't you tell me when I got older?"

"You had become angry with me and I was afraid that if you knew, I'd lose you."

"Yeah, well, maybe if I had known, I wouldn't have overdosed and I wouldn't have lost my baby."

Della felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart. Joy looked at her father, "Sister Margaret is in town and staying at a hotel. May I go stay with her tonight?"

"Sure," Perry said, "just leave me the phone and room number."

"Thank you," Joy said before going upstairs to pack. Della was devastated and ran to her room to cry. It would take time for the two to be on good terms again. Perry just hoped that it would be sooner rather than later.