For years, whispers of Phyllis’s sudden disappearance circulated through Genoa City,

each rumor darker and more twisted than the last. Some pointed fingers at Sally,

accusing her of a sinister role in the vanishing act. But the real truth—far more devastating and insidious—would soon unravel, sending Sally into a spiral of unrelenting fury.

Sally had always been a fiercely protective mother, her devotion to her daughter shaping every decision she ever made. The pain of her child’s presumed death had haunted her for years, but when she uncovered shocking evidence hidden among old documents and forgotten photographs, her world imploded. Her daughter was alive. And worse—she had been taken from her.

The proof was undeniable. Everything pointed to a chilling conspiracy orchestrated by Phyllis and Elena. The two women had secretly kidnapped Sally’s daughter and placed her in an orphanage under false pretenses. But why? What motive could have driven them to commit such a cruel act? None of it made sense to Sally, and she was determined to find out the truth—by any means necessary.

Fueled by maternal rage and an unquenchable thirst for justice, Sally traced Phyllis and Elena to a secluded, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. The stormy night mirrored the turmoil inside her—lightning flashing through the shattered windows, the sound of distant thunder echoing her pounding heartbeat.

Sally’s entrance was swift, her fury a living force as she confronted the two women. “I know what you did,” she hissed, her voice shaking with restrained violence. “You stole my daughter. I have proof.”

Phyllis remained unfazed, her icy gaze betraying nothing. But Elena? She crumbled under the weight of Sally’s accusation, her hands trembling as guilt seeped through her fragile composure. The air grew thick with tension as Sally demanded answers, each word laced with venom. “Why? Why would you take her from me?”

For a moment, only silence answered her. Rainwater dripped through the cracks in the ceiling, punctuating the unbearable stillness. Then, Elena spoke, her voice weak, broken. “We thought we were protecting her… we thought it was for the best.”

Sally’s breath hitched. The audacity. The sheer, gut-wrenching betrayal. “You call this protection?” she spat, her eyes ablaze with fury. “You tore a child from her mother and let me grieve her death for years!”

The room crackled with unspoken threats as Sally reached inside her coat, her fingers closing around the cold metal of a small handgun. She raised it, the dim light catching the steel as it glinted ominously. “Tell me where she is,” she demanded, her voice dangerously low. “Or I swear, neither of you will leave this room alive.”

Phyllis remained eerily calm, her lips pressed into a thin line. But Elena—she shattered completely. Tears streamed down her face as she choked out a confession, the words spilling from her lips in frantic desperation. “She’s safe… she’s in a sanctuary, hidden away. We thought we were saving her from—”

“Enough!” Sally’s voice cut through Elena’s pathetic rambling. “Where. Is. She?”

Elena gasped, struggling for words, but Phyllis finally spoke, her voice edged with resignation. “We did what we thought was best.”

The weight of their words crushed Sally, but there was no room for weakness. Her daughter was out there, somewhere, alone, and she would tear the world apart to find her.

Lowering the gun slightly, but keeping her gaze locked on her enemies, Sally took a step back. “I’m going to find her,” she vowed, her voice steady despite the storm raging within her. “And when I do, I promise you—this will not be the end.”

As the rain intensified outside, so did Sally’s determination. The road ahead would be treacherous, filled with danger, betrayal, and unimaginable heartache. But she had no choice. A mother’s love was the most powerful force in existence, and nothing—no lie, no conspiracy, no enemy—would stop her from reclaiming what was rightfully hers.

Because now, the game had changed. And Sally?

She was out for blood.