"I can't do this," Lulu declared loudly, her entire body twitching nervously. Looking at the people sitting before her, she hated how she felt. Her left leg bounced anxiously as she tried to figure out a way to make herself stay. On a whim, she leapt for her seat and started toward the door. However, Dillon stepped in her way, catching her in his tight embrace.

"You can do this," he assured her soothingly, firmly. "You need to talk about this. You need to let everyone in this room see this part of you. You can't just keep hiding this pain anymore; you need to deal with everything or you're going to lose it."

"Just let me be crazy," she whimpered pathetically. "I am just like her. Why are you fighting the inevitable? If you get out of this now, you won't be tied to me forever. It's okay, Dillon, I'll understand. You need to accept what I am going to become."

He shook his head vehemently, gripping his fingers around her wrist. "You're not going to push me away, Lu. You don't get to do this to me now. I have stood by your side through everything, the good and the bad. There is no way I am going to walk away now. I know that there is something missing in your life, in the same way that there is something missing in me. Nothing is ever going to fill that void – we both know that. But we can't dwell on this child forever. We're going to miss out on our life if we continue to live in the past."

"If you can't leave me, then I will leave you," she threatened emptily. "You can't force me to stay anymore than I can force you to leave. I don't want you to have to watch me fall apart, Dillon. I'm not sure I could do it if the situation were reversed."

"You could," he promised her, "you would. There is no way in the world that you would ever let me be alone. You are my wife, and I have vowed to love you for the rest of our lives. I intend for that to last a very long time."

"Your wife?!?" Tracey exclaimed.

Luke sat stoically beside her. Resting his hand on his wife's wrist, he simply patted her hand. "Not right now. We'll get to that soon enough, but not right now. It's not the time."

Lucky couldn't believe how calm his father was being. He flashed a thankful smile to Luke, glad that he was putting his daughter for once. Reaching for Emily's hand, he braced himself while his sister scrambled for emotional footing. Finally, he was relieved to see her slink back toward her chair. "Go on," she mumbled, throwing a look toward her family. It was clear that she would rather be anywhere but there. "Who's next?"

"That'd be me," Luke announced, carefully arranging himself in the chair across from his only daughter. "I know that this isn't easy for you, Princess, but you're doing a great job. Every single time you smile at me, I see a little piece of your mother in there. You're almost as much of an angel as she is."

"I'm scared, Dad," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the constant hum of the air conditioner. "I can't undo all of these things I've done. I don't want to end up like her. More than anything, I don't want to be my mother."

"You're not going to be like your mom, Lesley Lu," he avowed. "Your mom went through a lot of things that made her slip into catatonia. I know that you've been through some hard times yourself, but I don't think you have that same kind of psychological damage. You are determined to stay here, and you're a Spencer. We can do anything we put our minds to. Speaking of which, that brings me to my question for you. When this is all over and done, what do you hope to have achieved?"

A slow smile played upon her lips as she looked past her father and into her husband's foggy green eyes. "I want to be ready for my future," she retorted. "For so long, I was never really sure what I wanted. I think a lot of the confusion in my head stems from the fact that I never had a plan. But over the past few months, I found a part of myself I never knew existed. Now, I have so much to live for, to plan for. I want to be able to be a good daughter, a good sister, a good aunt, a good wife and eventually even a good mother. I want to be able to leave my past, never quite forgetting but not letting it rule my life either."

"You're a wife now," he acknowledged. "That's quite a big change. What made you feel like you were ready to take that step?"

She nodded her head toward Dillon, how was grinning widely at her. "That smile," she answered simply. "Everything in my life begins and ends with that smile. I never thought I would be one of those pathetic girls, but I am. I am in love with my husband, and everything I have ever wanted…even the things I didn't know I wanted…I found in him."

"You didn't really answer my question."

"How does anyone ever know, Dad? You just do. You felt it with Mom, Lucky felt it with Elizabeth once and so did Emily and Nikolas. It's this innate thing that you can't deny. One day, you think you're this whole person, and then someone comes along and completes a part of your heart you didn't even know was empty. And then losing them would be like losing a part of yourself. I've already more of my heart than I care to remember, I have no intention of losing him as well."

Tilting his daughter's head, he stared at her proudly. "That's how I know you're going to be okay," he stated confidently. "Maybe that doctor over there would say differently, but I think it's important that you find something to cling to. If Dillon is that for you, sweetheart, don't ever let him go. As long as there is something tethering you here, you won't ever be able to float away."

Lainey bit her bottom lip, frustrated that the eldest Spencer was encouraging her to rely so heavily on her codependent relationship with Dillon. The intention of the session was to show Lulu that while she did have so many people to live for, the most important person in her life needed to be herself. "I'd like to move onto Lucky's question."

Lucky unfolded the slip of paper and looked over it. He hated what he had to ask but he knew that there was a specific reason he had been assigned the question. His father patted his shoulder reassuringly as he sunk into the chair, his legs hitting the cold metal surface heavily on the way down. Looking over at the doctor, he only became more frustrated when she nodded his way, silently prodding him to go on. "Lu, none of these questions have been easy. When Lainey said that they might be hard to ask, I didn't really know what she meant until I looked at mine. I don't want to ask you this."

"Lucky, if I can answer this question, you can ask it," she urged him. "Prolonging it only makes it harder for both of us."

"My question is, then," he sighed, "have you forgiven us?"

The words echoed throughout the room, leaving everyone feeling heavy and awkward. Luke immediately tensed up, visibly recoiling as the weight of the words hit him. Bobbie and Lucas shifted uncomfortably, feeling out of place for the first time all evening. Jason, as quiet as ever, glanced at his sister tensely, wondering if he should excuse himself from the cramped space. Elizabeth averted her gaze away from Carly and focused on a spec of paint on the floor while Nikolas tapped a rhythmic cadence on the side of his chair. Only Tracey seemed unaffected by the moment, still caught up in the fact that her youngest son was now married.

Sadly, she shook her head, indicating that she hadn't, in fact, forgiven them. "When you were strung out, you said things to me that I will never be able to forget," she confessed. "I understand now that it was the drugs talking, but it doesn't take away the pain. When I needed you the most, you weren't there for me. When my world was falling apart, you weren't there to help me put it back together. It's hard to just get past something like that."

Turning toward Elizabeth, she tried to find the right words to say what she felt like needed to be said. "When he was at his worst, you weren't there to support him. Instead, you were busy falling into bed with another man. I understand now why you did it, but it doesn't excuse it," she murmured. "And if that's where it stopped, maybe I could forget about it. But you're with Nikolas now, and I feel like you betrayed us all a second time. You didn't just hurt Lucky when you made these choices, Elizabeth, you hurt this entire family. We let you into the fold, and you nearly ripped my family apart."

"Not that I just blame her for that," she pointed out, shifting her gaze to Nikolas. "You were the oldest brother, the one who was supposed to take care of us both. I can't pretend to know what happened between you and her in that hotel, but I know that you haven't been up front about some things. You had to know how this would affect the entire family, Nik. Did you think about anyone but yourself? I know you're a Cassadine and not a Spencer, but that's never mattered before. I can't help but feel like you changed that to some degree."

Glancing at Emily, she shrugged. "I guess all four of you share blame in the situation in varying degrees. My anger with you stems from something a little before this, back to last year when you turned your back on this family to be with Sonny. I know that I don't have the right to be angry about that…but Nikolas lost Courtney. I almost died. Lucky was really sick. You weren't there for any of that, just like you weren't around when my mom got sick. It kind of feels like you want to be a part of this family when it's convenient for you, when the conditions are right for Emily. That's not how we work."

"And Dad," she stated, "there is a list a mile long of grievances against you. I could spend the rest of my life naming instances of when you failed me in one way or another. Sure, when it really counts, you've been there, but you've also missed so much along the way. It's not just about me but Lucky and Cam, too. You always taut the family name, but you haven't contributed a damn thing to this family. If it wasn't for Aunt Bobbie and Lucky, we wouldn't even have a family."

"As for the rest of you, I don't really have anything to complain about. Aunt Bobbie has been like a mother to me, and Lucas has never really let me down in any significant way. Carly has been there for me almost more than anyone over the past year, and Jason is Jason without any room for reservation or regret. Tracey, you've always been upfront with me, and really, I actually am glad we're in the place where we are. I never thought I would say that to you."

"I guess that only really leaves me with you, Dillon," she continued. "You've apologized profusely for most of the issues between us, and I'm still working on forgiving you for a lot of it. You said things to me that you can never take back, but maybe we can get past them. I think the one thing I have had the most trouble with is just how much you pushed me away after the abortion. You were so angry at me sometimes, but in the next moment, you'd treat me like I was fragile and on the verge of breaking down at any minute. You never really helped me deal with it, instead pretending like it never happened. And you criticized how I dealt with it when it wasn't your place to comment at all."

"But as angry as I am with all of you in my heart," she concluded, "I am most upset with myself. I can't forgive you all until I can forgive myself. I think that's why Lainey brought you all here, and I'm sure that's why she gave Lucky that question. I need to let go of the past and recognize that I did what I felt was best. Sure, there are things that I'm not proud of, but they're a part of this history that has made me who I am."