Mike glanced down at his damp pants and shoes, shaking his head in mild annoyance. Without a word, he turned and followed Felicia.

Inside the Walsh residence, Myra finally calmed down after throwing the basin of water. She replayed her words, realizing how harsh they had been. Kayla stepped forward, gently supporting Myra's arm. Her gaze followed Felicia as she disappeared beyond the gates.

“Mom, why would Felicia be hanging out with Mr. Lawson?” Kayla asked casually, her expression innocuous. “You know, he has a daughter. Felicia wouldn’t… I mean, she wouldn’t be thinking of becoming someone’s stepmom, would she?”

The seemingly innocent words struck a nerve. Myra's expression darkened instantly. Any regret she felt vanished, extinguished by Kayla's planted seed of doubt.

With disdain, Myra muttered, “Don't bother with her. Let her do whatever she wants!”

“Okay…” Kayla nodded obediently, pressing her lips together. Inside, she was gleeful. For days, she had subtly planted comments about Felicia, stoking Myra's anger. Myra's frustration, already at a boiling point after Felicia’s absence from Clive’s funeral, was easily inflamed. Now, Myra was completely fed up. It was exactly as Kayla planned.

Still, Kayla felt a pang of frustration. She had assumed Felicia was gone after that night, but she was alive and well. Whoever took her hadn't done their job. Useless! She cursed inwardly, her face betraying nothing.

After everything, Kayla had learned patience. Her time in the clinic and a disturbing dream had changed her; she wouldn't repeat past impulsive mistakes. She would slowly, carefully, worm her way into Myra and Dexter's favor, replacing Felicia's affection. Then, she would see to Felicia's complete ruin.

Lowering her head, Kayla hid the glint of ambition in her eyes. She thought with a cold smile, “Felicia, how about I gift you another four years behind bars? Just like last time.”

Outside, Felicia stood by the curb, hailing a cab. Before one arrived, Mike's car pulled up beside her.

“Do you need a ride?” he asked.

After a moment's hesitation, she got in.

“Where to?” he asked.

“I need to visit my grandfather’s grave. You know where it is, right?”

“Yeah.”

He glanced at her as she buckled her seatbelt, then drove off. The drive was quiet. They arrived at the cemetery within half an hour. Felicia easily found Clive’s headstone.

Mike, sensing she wanted privacy, lingered a few paces behind, leaning against a tree. Felicia knelt, muttered a prayer, and rose.

“Let’s go,” she said.

“That’s it?” Mike asked, surprised but polite.

On the way back, he broke the silence. “Felicia, where were you last week? Stephan was practically losing his mind. He sent a small army looking for you, and dragged me into it too. I’ve been searching everywhere.”