Something has been off about Dylan for weeks, and now the truth behind her erratic behavior is starting to take shape. Ever since Luna’s supposed death, Dylan has been drifting through Los Angeles like a ghost—confessing, apologizing, and insisting over and over that she was behind the wheel the night everything went wrong. She seeks out Lee, Finn, Steffy, even Bill, pouring out shaky stories that never quite line up with the facts Chief Baker uncovered. Her voice always cracks, her hands always shake, yet her confessions feel strangely rehearsed—almost like she’s reciting lines rather than recalling a memory.

To everyone around her, Dylan’s fixation on taking the blame makes no sense. The evidence contradicts her claims. Her guilt is too theatrical, too desperate. Steffy begins to wonder if Dylan is covering something. Finn picks up on the tremor in her voice that feels less like guilt and more like trauma. And Electra, who has already survived enough chaos, can sense that Dylan’s behavior isn’t just odd—it’s dangerous.

But none of them know the truth. Not yet.

The first real crack appears late one night when Dylan slips out of Il Giardino, glancing over her shoulder like someone expecting to be followed. Her nerves are raw. Her steps are frantic. Instead of going home, she heads into a rundown, isolated building. She unlocks a door to a hidden room—and the moment she steps inside, her entire façade shatters.

Because sitting upright on the bed, very much alive, very much conscious, and far colder than ever… is Luna.

And standing beside her is Remy—silent, stern, and unmistakably in control.

Dylan collapses onto her knees the moment she sees them. All her frantic guilt, all her spiral, all her strange behavior suddenly makes horrifying sense. Luna didn’t die. Luna never even came close. And Dylan hasn’t been mourning her or confessing out of remorse—she’s been following orders.

Terrified, she begs for reassurance, whispering through tears that she did everything they demanded. She told the story exactly as they scripted it. She stayed away from the police. She let the Foresters believe she was the monster behind the wheel. She played the scapegoat perfectly.

Luna watches her with icy amusement before reminding Dylan—in chilling detail—what will happen if she ever speaks the truth. Remy’s presence underlines the threat. Every step Dylan has taken for weeks has been under their control.

The hit-and-run story?
The staged evidence?
Luna’s “death”?
All of it was crafted by Luna and Remy.

They needed a believable culprit. They needed attention somewhere else. They needed Dylan to fall apart publicly so that they could disappear into the shadows and regroup for whatever comes next.

And their next move is coming.

Electra, Finn, Steffy, and even Bill have no idea that Luna is alive and plotting. They have no idea that Dylan is not a danger—they’re the ones she’s terrified of protecting. And they have no idea how close Luna is to resurfacing with a vengeance.

The only question now is:
How long can Dylan survive the pressure before she breaks—and brings the entire truth crashing down on Los Angeles?