The tragedy surrounding Luna’s supposed hit-and-run spirals into a shocking new direction when Lieutenant Baker discovers that everything Dylan has been confessing is built on a devastating misunderstanding. For days, Dylan has been unraveling under the weight of what she believes she’s done. She’s wandered through Forrester Creations and the hospital like a ghost, repeating the same broken mantra: “I killed Luna. I killed her.” She describes shattered headlights, a figure stepping into the road, the panic flooding her as she dialed 911. In her mind, that moment sealed Luna’s fate.

The Forresters, still reeling from Luna’s separate shooting incident, never fully processed that she might have also been the victim of Dylan’s accident. Their grief sat in the room like a permanent shadow, and Dylan carried that shadow as if it were chained to her shoulders. Every whisper, every glance, every question only fed the torment inside her. Dylan had convinced herself she destroyed a life—and deserved every ounce of judgment for it.

But a fault line begins to crack open beneath the entire case when Baker receives a long-delayed forensic update. The inconsistencies he had been quietly tracking now make horrible, unexpected sense. Luna’s jail-issued clothing had been found on the body of the hit-and-run victim, and for weeks that had been enough for everyone to assume the worst. But the DNA profile doesn’t match Luna. The facial reconstruction doesn’t match either.

The dead woman isn’t Luna.

She is someone else entirely—the unknown houseguest who had been showering at Will’s home while Luna spiraled through her drug-induced chaos. After Luna fled the house in stolen clothes, this woman stepped outside dressed in Luna’s discarded county-issue uniform…and walked straight into Dylan’s path that night.

Baker races to find Dylan, locating her alone in a hospital parking lot, shaking and whispering her confession into the cold air. When he tells her, “You didn’t hit Luna—she wasn’t your victim,” Dylan goes silent. Her breath stutters. The ground seems to drop beneath her. And then, in a trembling whisper: “Then who did I hit?”

The realization destroys her all over again. She didn’t kill Luna—yet she did take someone’s life. A stranger. A woman with a history, a family, a world completely unrelated to the storm Luna created. Dylan’s guilt shifts into a darker, more complicated torment. She collapses, murmuring, “I confessed to the wrong death.” Baker tries to help her understand that the uniform misled her, that shock clouded her memory, but Dylan can’t escape the horror of what this means.

Now the fallout spreads far beyond her.

Finn will have questions. Steffy will have accusations. Poppy and Li will be ripped back into a nightmare they thought had ended. And worst of all: if Dylan didn’t strike Luna, who did? And where was Luna in those missing hours no one can account for?

The case fractures open again. The identity of the real victim becomes a new mystery. Her connection to Will becomes unsettling. Was she an innocent bystander—or tied to Luna’s chaos in ways no one has discovered?

With Luna finally regaining fragments of memory, Baker faces a brutal choice: reveal the truth to the Forresters now, or hold it back until the full story can be pieced together. Either option risks detonating the fragile stability everyone has clung to.

And this time, the fallout won’t be confined to one family.