Dylan’s confession doesn’t just land — it detonates.
One moment, Electra is demanding clarity… and the next, her entire world tilts under a truth she never expected to hear. The words echo in her chest long after they leave Dylan’s trembling lips:
“I think she’s still alive.”

It’s the kind of revelation that doesn’t simply shock — it destroys everything Electra thought she knew.

For months, Electra has lived with the nightmare image of Luna lying lifeless on the cold pavement, a tragic end to a rampage that nearly cost Steffy and the children their lives. It was brutal. Final. Irreversible. And, in a twisted way, it brought the Forresters a sense of relief. The danger was over. Luna was gone. The threat had ended.

But now… none of that feels certain.

Because the person responsible for the accident — the person Electra trusted, defended, and believed — is finally confessing. And her confession rewrites the entire night.

Dylan’s hands shake as she relives it. She wasn’t just near the scene — she was behind the wheel. Panic swallowed her the moment the impact happened. Instead of stepping forward, she froze in the shadows, watching the chaos unfold as police cars and ambulances flooded the street.

But it’s what she saw next that sends Electra into a spiral.

Dylan insists Luna was still breathing.

She remembers paramedics shouting, rushing with a stretcher, an oxygen mask pressed against Luna’s battered face. She remembers the urgency — the frantic energy of professionals fighting to keep someone alive. She remembers the way they pushed through the crowd, refusing to lose a single second.

None of it aligns with what Chief Baker told the public.

He claimed Luna died instantly. That she was gone before first responders even arrived. That justice was swift and absolute.

But Dylan saw something else — something that contradicts the official story down to its core.

Electra tries to argue. She wants to cling to the certainty she’s been carrying for months. She wants to believe that Dylan is mistaken, that memory is fragile, that grief rewrites the past. But the sincerity in Dylan’s tear-stained eyes won’t let her.

Because deep down, Electra knows something about that night never fully added up.

The inconsistencies. The closed-off reports. The silence. The secrecy.

And Dylan isn’t finished.

When Electra pushes her to explain why she stayed silent, Dylan breaks. She collapses onto the couch, head in her hands, as guilt pours out of her. But the guilt isn’t only about the hit-and-run. What she’s been hiding is bigger — darker — than anyone imagined.

With a trembling breath, she admits:

She doesn’t believe Luna died at the hospital.

She never saw a body.
Never saw a sheet pulled over Luna’s face.
Never heard a doctor pronouncing a time of death.

All she remembers is the tension on the paramedics’ faces, the whispered urgency, and Chief Baker standing guard — blocking her view, speaking quietly into his phone, refusing to let anyone near the chaos.

And then came the announcement. Too quick. Too neat.

Luna dead on arrival.
Case closed.
No questions.

Convenient. Final. Suspicious.

Electra feels her pulse quicken as Dylan recounts a moment she’s tried to forget — Baker whispering into his phone later that night:
“We’ll manage it. Just keep her contained.”

At the time, Dylan convinced herself she misheard. That stress was distorting reality. That Baker’s words couldn’t possibly be what they sounded like.

But now?

Now, everything points toward a horrifying possibility:

What if Luna survived?
What if Baker hid her?
What if she’s out there… waiting?

The more Electra thinks, the more the pieces click together — pieces she didn’t even realize were missing.

The missing death certificate.
The sealed medical files.
Lee’s cryptic silence whenever Luna’s name surfaced.
Sheila’s eerie mix of grief and suspicion.

And then the biggest truth of all:

Luna — brilliant, obsessive, calculating Luna — is not the kind of woman who disappears quietly. She is a woman who plans, who plots, who waits for the perfect moment to strike. If she had even the slightest grip on life… she would weaponize it.

The idea chills Electra to her core.

Because Luna wouldn’t come back seeking peace.

She would come back with a purpose.

With vengeance.

With fury fueled by the belief that the Forresters left her to die.

Dylan takes Electra’s hands, her voice barely above a whisper, raw with fear as she speaks the question neither one of them wants to say aloud:

“What if Baker lied?
What if Luna is still alive… and watching us?”

Silence fills the room — thick, heavy, suffocating. A silence that settles over them like a shadow creeping across the floor.

Electra’s mind races. If Luna is alive, every person she once targeted is in danger again — Steffy, Finn, the children, Li, even Sheila. The safety they all believed in has been nothing more than a false sense of security built on a lie.

And if Baker is involved… the conspiracy runs deeper than either of them imagined.

Electra’s breath catches as a final, chilling thought forms:

If Luna lived…
She didn’t just disappear.

She was hidden.
Protected.
Contained.

But containment never lasts forever.

Somewhere out there, Luna could be healing.
Recovering.
Plotting her return.

And if she is, one thing is certain:

When she comes back, she won’t be the same Luna they knew.
She’ll be more dangerous than ever.

Dylan’s confession didn’t just open old wounds — it cracked open a terrifying new reality. One that threatens to pull the Forresters back into a nightmare they thought was behind them.

Because if Luna is alive…
She’s already steps ahead.
And she’s coming.

Whether they’re ready or not.