Kim stepped through the door into the foyer. She hesitated, not certain if this was right. She felt like she should be back at the hospital. Even if she could not see Shane right now, at least she would be close to him.

But Kayla and Steve were also right. Andrew needed to know she was safe and, to be honest, she needed to see him almost as much. Even if it meant having to tell him that his father was hurt.

Bo stood back by the door. "You want me to wait here?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No," she replied. "Andrew may need an uncle again." She remembered how Andrew had reacted to Shane's arrest and how Bo and Roman had been such great support. Andrew might need that support when she told him about Shane.

"Mommy!"

Kim spun toward the hall that led to the kitchen and saw Andrew racing toward her. Before she even realized it, she was on her knees and clutching him in a tight embrace. "Oh, sweetie." She pulled back and looked at him. He looked perfect. "I was so worried about you," she said, trying not to break down crying again - this time with tears of relief. Instead, she just hugged him once more.

"You didn't have to worry," Bo said from the doorway. "Andrew's tough."

She looked into her son's eyes and brushed back some of his hair. There was a light in his eyes that reminded her of how Shane looked when he got excited.

"Daddy said he'd find you," Andrew said. "Daddy said not to worry."

Kim smiled sadly. "Your daddy's a smart man. . . ." She started to tell Andrew that they should go to the library, but she was interrupted by Simmons and Jeannie - who was walking on fat, wobbly legs beside him. Kim slapped a hand over her mouth in surprise.

"Jeannie!" She stayed on her knees as Simmons helped Jeannie over. "Oh, sweetie," Kim cried out, pulling her daughter close. She clung to Jeannie so tightly that the baby began to squirm, but Kim barely noticed.

Just that morning, she had faced living the rest of her life never seeing her children again. She had convinced herself that she could live with that, with missing every aspect of her children's lives. Just that thought now tore at her heart.

"Don't cry, Mommy," Andrew said, and Kim realized that, despite her best efforts, her tears were flowing once again.

She reached out and pulled Andrew into her embrace. "I'm just so happy to see you both. I missed you so much." I missed so much. "And Jeannie's walking. I'm so sorry I missed it."

"Daddy taped it," Andrew said. He pulled at her hand, smiling. "Come on, I'll show you."

Kim hesitated, not sure what to do. She needed to tell Andrew about his father, but he seemed so excited to show her the tape.

Let him be happy for a few more minutes, Kim decided. "Okay, honey. Let's go see the tape." She looked up at Bo. "You okay with this?"

"You do what you have to, Kimber. Take all the time you need," Bo said. "I'm not going anywhere."

Carrying Jeannie, Kim let Andrew drag her into the library. She was surprised to see a television in there, but then figured Shane had moved it to the library so he could follow the news. There was a videotape sitting on top of the VCR, which Andrew grabbed and popped into the machine. Kim settled onto the couch with Jeannie on her lap and waited until Andrew carried the TV and VCR remotes over to her and climbed up beside her.

The screen started off black and then switched to show the library, with Jeannie standing next to Stephanie. Kim could hear Andrew off-screen. "Come on, Jeannie!" he shouted.

A man's hand came into the frame and Kim's heart-rate sped up, but then she realized it was Steve, not Shane. "That's it," Steve said. "Come on, baby."

"That's right, sweetheart."

That was Shane's voice. Now Kim's heart really began to pound as she heard him speak. "Go on, sweetheart," Shane urged. "Go to Uncle Steve."

Tears formed in her eyes. Shane sounded so excited. Then, as she watched, Jeannie took a halting step and then another. She stumbled a little, but stayed upright and managed a few more steps until she reached Steve.

Kim's heart swelled at the sight of her daughter. She squeezed the baby in her lap, so proud. On-screen, Steve cried out, "There you go!" Grinning widely, he lifted Jeannie and swiftly raised her over his head. Off-camera, Shane cheered and Andrew shouted, "Way to go!" In Steve's arms, Jeannie laughed.

The camera began to wobble a little and Kim thought she heard the sound of someone sniffling, but the sound disappeared before she could be certain. On-screen, Steve looked up and Kim caught a look of concern as he set Jeannie down on the floor. She took a few steps back towards Stephanie, who promptly began babbling at her cousin, and then sunk to the floor in a heap.

Steve grinned at the camera, but the smile did not fully reach his eyes. "Looks like the show's over. But I'm sure her mama's going to be proud when she sees that tape. She's got a lot to be proud of." He fell silent, and Kim remembered that he was also facing losing Kayla at the time. She could tell that, in the excitement over the moment, he had forgotten the kidnapping, but the fear and helplessness had returned with a vengeance.

Kim heard Shane's voice again. He sounded utterly certain as he said, "We're going to find them."

You did, Shane. She closed her eyes. You found us. And as much as she wished it had not happened the way it did, she also was grateful that Shane and Steve had brought her back to her children.

"Mommy?"

Kim opened her eyes to see Andrew looking at her. His eyes were downcast and he was frowning. "Why are you sad?"

Her stomach lurched. She could no longer prolong telling Andrew. Kim reached for the VCR remote, so she could turn off the machine now that the tape had gone dark again. She picked it up, but as she aimed it at the screen, the picture changed again.

What's going on? she wondered.

On the screen, the camera was shaking and she saw someone's hand. Shane's hand, she realized. Puzzled, she watched as he seemed to adjust the camera and position it so it was facing him. Then he backed away, and Kim saw that he was holding Jeannie in the crook of one arm.

"Come on, sweetheart," Shane said. He and Jeannie took a seat on the same couch where Kim was now sitting. On the TV, Shane smiled down at the baby, brushed Jeannie's hair, and looked into the camera. Then he spoke.

"Hello, Kimberly."