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ABC Full [10-22-2025] General Hospital_ Tracy Faints After Ronnie’s True Identit
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00:11The air in Tracy Quartermain's private office at General Hospital was thick with the scent of old money and new anxiety.
00:18It was a space that had witnessed decades of corporate machinations, family betrayals, and triumphant, if often ruthless, business coups.
00:25For Tracy, this room was not just an office, it was a throne room, a war room, and a sanctuary all in one.
00:33The polished mahogany of her desk gleamed under the soft, focused light of a Tiffany lamp, a stark contrast to the storm clouds gathering on the horizon of her life.
00:41She stood by the large window, looking down at the bustling streets of Port Charles, but she wasn't really seeing them.
00:47Her mind was a whirlwind of fragmented conversations, unexplained occurrences, and a gnawing, persistent dread that had taken root in the pit of her stomach.
00:56It had all started with the arrival of Roger.
01:00No, that wasn't right.
01:02It had started with the absence of Luke.
01:05Her brother, her perpetual nemesis and occasional co-conspirator, had vanished again, leaving one of his characteristic voids in the universe.
01:13And into that void had stepped Roger, a man who seemed to carry the ghost of Luke Spencer in his every mannerism, his every cynical smile, his every perfectly timed, world-weary quip.
01:24He was a drifter, a charmer, a storyteller with a past as murky as the Hudson River.
01:29And Tracy, against her better judgment and every instinct honed by a lifetime of being swindled, betrayed, and emotionally looted by the men in her life, had let him in.
01:38He had been a diversion at first, a charming distraction from the endless, soul-crushing bureaucracy of running ELQ and managing the endlessly needy Quartermain clan.
01:48Roger was uncomplicated.
01:50He made her laugh.
01:52He didn't want her money, or at least, he didn't seem to want it in the grasping, desperate way she was accustomed to.
01:58He wanted her company, her sharp wit, her formidable presence.
02:03He made her feel seen, not as a Quartermain, but as Tracy.
02:06And in that, he had been more dangerous than any corporate raider or gold-digging suitor.
02:13But the cracks had begun to show.
02:15Small things, at first.
02:18A turn of phrase that was too specific, a knowledge of a long-forgotten incident from Luke's past that a stranger couldn't possibly know.
02:25He would get a distant look in his eyes when certain topics arose, a flicker of something old and pained that seemed to belong to a much deeper history than a simple drifter could possess.
02:33Tracy, the master of suspicion, had brushed them aside, attributing them to her own loneliness, her own desperate desire for a connection to the one man who had ever truly understood the chaotic symphony of her soul, even if he had also been its most frequent conductor of chaos.
02:48Then came the bigger things.
02:51The way he could navigate the Quartermain mansion blindfolded.
02:55The uncanny ability to predict Edwards, her late father's, favorite brand of whiskey or the location of Lila's, her mother's, hidden rose garden journal.
03:04He had stories about places he shouldn't have known, people he couldn't have met.
03:08He spoke of a carnival in Canada with a familiarity that was intimate, not anecdotal.
03:14Her family had noticed.
03:17Ned, her son, with his own history of performance and disguise, had watched Roger with a professional skeptical eye.
03:23There's something off about him, mother, he'd said, his voice laced with a concern that Tracy had willfully misinterpreted as condescension.
03:30He's a little too, polished.
03:34A little too perfect for you.
03:37Don't be ridiculous, Ned, she had snapped back, the defensiveness in her voice a telltale sign that she harbored the same fears.
03:44Not every man in my life has to pass your tedious litmus test for respectability.
03:49Perhaps I'm tired of respectable men.
03:52They're so often boring.
03:54But Ned's words had planted a seed.
03:57And seeds, in the fertile, paranoid soil of Tracy Quartermain's mind, had a way of growing into monstrous, tangled vines.
04:05She began to test him.
04:07She would mention obscure details from Luke's life, watching Roger's face for a flicker of recognition.
04:13She would leave old photographs lying around, a picture of Luke and Bobby from the 1970s, a shot of him and Laura from their first wedding.
04:20Roger's eyes would linger on them a second too long, his commentary a little too vague, a little too carefully constructed.
04:28The dread intensified, coiling itself around her heart like a serpent.
04:33She found herself lying awake at night, staring at the ornate ceiling of her bedroom, the pieces of the puzzle swirling in the darkness.
04:39The voice, the laugh, the way he held a deck of cards, the absolute, unshakable comfort he seemed to have in her world, a world that should have been alien and intimidating to a man like Roger.
04:53The final straw, the one that broke the back of her denial, was a seemingly innocuous comment about the haunted star.
04:59They had been discussing gambling boats, and Roger had offhandedly mentioned a structural quirk in the ship's engine room, a quirk that Luke had discovered during one of his many schemes and had only ever mentioned to a handful of people.
05:12Tracy had frozen, her champagne flew halfway to her lips.
05:16Her blood, which a moment before had been warm with alcohol and affection, ran cold.
05:21That's an oddly specific piece of trivia, she had said, her voice dangerously calm.
05:26Roger had simply shrubbed, a lazy, Luke-like gesture.
05:31You hear things on the docks.
05:33But Tracy was no longer listening.
05:36The walls of her delusion were crumbling, and through the dust and debris, a terrifying, impossible truth was beginning to emerge.
05:44She had to know.
05:46She could no longer live in this gilded cage of uncertainty.
05:49Which is what led her to this moment, standing in her office, holding a single, slender key.
05:54It was the key to Luke's old safety deposit box, one he had given her years ago in case of emergencies or a really good scam.
06:03She had never used it.
06:05She had never wanted to know what secrets it held.
06:08But now, it felt like the only key to her own sanity.
06:13Her hands trembled as she inserted it into the lock of a small, fireproof box she had retrieved from the depths of her own closet.
06:18This was her personal archive of Luke, a collection of items too painful or too confusing to display.
06:26Inside, nestled amid old letters and faded ticket stubs, was what she was looking for, a sealed manila envelope.
06:33On the front, in Luke's messy scrawl, were the words, for the nosy sister, don't open unless I'm dead or you're bored.
06:40Probably both.
06:40Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird.
06:45She wasn't bored.
06:47She was terrified.
06:49With a deep, shuddering breath that did nothing to calm her, she broke the seal and slid the contents onto her desk.
06:56There were old passports.
06:58Driver's licenses from states she'd never heard of.
07:02A birth certificate for a Lucas Jones.
07:05And photographs.
07:07Dozens of them.
07:08Luke in various disguises throughout the years, with different hairstyles, different clothes, different personas.
07:16There was Lucky, the carny.
07:18There was Lars, the Swedish art dealer.
07:21And then, her eyes fell on one particular photograph, tucked away in a separate compartment.
07:27It was more recent.
07:29It showed Luke, but, not Luke.
07:32His face was different, softer somehow, the lines less deeply etched.
07:36The hair was darker, the posture less assured.
07:40It was a blueprint for a new identity.
07:44And scrawled on the back, in that same familiar handwriting, was a single name, Ronnie.
07:49The world tilted on its axis.
07:52The air rushed from her lungs as if she'd been punched.
07:55Ronnie.
07:57Roger.
07:57The phonetic similarity was a sick joke.
08:01It wasn't a coincidence.
08:04It was a confession.
08:06All the pieces, the voice, the mannerisms, the knowledge, the eerie comfort, they all slammed together in a single, devastating moment of clarity.
08:15Roger was Luke.
08:17Luke was Ronnie.
08:18The man she had let into her home, into her confidence, into the fragile, guarded chambers of her heart, was not a charming stranger.
08:27He was her brother.
08:29He had been lying to her, deceiving her, playing her for a fool for weeks, for months.
08:33He had watched her lower her defenses, had listened to her private fears and hopes, had shared her bed, and all the while, he had been wearing a mask, a mask carved from the very essence of the man who had spent a lifetime driving her to the brink of madness.
08:47A high-pitched ringing started in her ears, drowning out the hum of the city below.
08:51The photograph of Ronnie slipped from her numb fingers, fluttering down to land face-up on the Persian rug.
08:58Her vision began to tunnel, the edges darkening, the rich details of her office fading into a blur of nauseating color.
09:05The mahogany desk, the shelves of leather-bound books, the portrait of her father, they all swam together in a dizzying vortex.
09:13She stumbled back from the window, her hand groping for the edge of the desk to steady herself.
09:17Her fingers, slick with a cold sweat, slipped on the polished wood.
09:23The betrayal was not a sharp, clean cut, it was a slow, crushing weight, pressing down on her chest, making it impossible to breathe.
09:31It was the ultimate con.
09:33Not for money, not for power, but for, what?
09:37For sport?
09:38For the sheer, twisted pleasure of proving he could still do it?
09:42To see how far his nosy sister would go for a glimpse of the brother she claimed to despise but secretly adored?
09:49Memories, now tainted and grotesque, flashed before her eyes.
09:54The intimate dinners.
09:56The whispered conversations in the dark.
09:59The way she had felt a connection, a spark she hadn't felt in years.
10:03It had all been a lie.
10:05A meticulously constructed, cruel, and elaborate lie.
10:09She had been the mark in Luke Spencer's final, most personal con.
10:14A broken, choked sound escaped her lips, a hybrid of a sob and a gasp.
10:19No!
10:20She whispered to the empty room, the word of fragile plea against the crushing truth.
10:25It can't be.
10:27But it was.
10:29The evidence was lying at her feet, smiling up at her with Luke's slash Rogers' slash Ronnie's eyes.
10:33The deception was so complete, so profound, but it felt like the very foundations of her reality were giving way.
10:41Who was she, if she could be so completely fooled?
10:45What was their entire history, if it could culminate in this heartless, psychological violation?
10:50The darkness at the edges of her vision surged forward, swallowing the light.
10:55The ringing in her ears became a deafening roar.
10:59Her legs, once so strong and capable of holding her up through boardroom battles and family crises, turned to water.
11:06She felt a terrifying lightness, a disconnect between her mind and her body.
11:11Luke!
11:12She breathed, his name a final, agonized accusation.
11:16And then, the world went black.
11:19Tracy Quartermain, the Iron Matriarch, the unshakable force of nature, crumpled.
11:25Her body folded gracefully, tragically, onto the floor, her head coming to rest mere inches from the photograph that had shattered her world.
11:33The only sound in the opulent, silent office was the soft rustle of her silk blouse as she fell, a tiny, insignificant noise to mark the collapse of a fortress of a heart.
11:42She did not know how long she lay there in the cool, silent darkness.
11:47Time became a fluid, meaningless concept.
11:49Consciousness returned not as a sudden shock, but as a slow, painful tide washing over a battered shore.
11:56The first sensation was the thick, expensive wool of the Persian rug against her cheek.
12:01The second was a profound, bone-deep ache, not a physical injury from the fall, but the somatic echo of a psychic wound.
12:09Her eyelids fluttered open.
12:10The ornate pattern of the rug filled her vision, a dizzying array of burgundy and gold swirls.
12:17For a blissful, fleeting second, there was only confusion.
12:21Why was she on the floor?
12:23Had she fallen asleep?
12:25Then, like a dam breaking, the memory returned, a torrent of devastating clarity.
12:31Roger.
12:33Luke.
12:34Ronnie.
12:34The Photograph.
12:37The Betrayal.
12:39A low moan escaped her, the sound alien and weak in her own ears.
12:44She pushed herself up onto her elbows, her body feeling heavy and uncooperative.
12:49The room spun lazily around her, the bookshelves and paintings tilting at nauseating angles.
12:54She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the vertigo to pass, but the sickness in her stomach remained,
12:59a churning mix of horror, humiliation, and a grief so sharp it felt like a physical blade
13:04twisting in her gut.
13:06Her gaze fell upon the photograph of Ronnie.
13:09It was still there, lying where it had fallen, its glossy surface seeming to mock her.
13:14She reached out a trembling hand, her fingers hovering just above it, as if afraid it might
13:19burn her.
13:20She couldn't bring herself to touch it.
13:23It was evidence of her own stupidity, a monument to her profound and utter gullibility.
13:27All those conversations.
13:31She had told Roger things.
13:34Private things.
13:35She had spoken about her fears of growing old alone, her frustrations with her family,
13:40her complicated, aching love for Luke himself.
13:43She had shared stories about their childhood, about the good times that were so often overshadowed
13:48by the bad.
13:49She had, in her loneliness, offered up the most vulnerable parts of her history to the
13:53very man who had been the architect of so much of its pain.
13:56And he had listened.
13:59He had nodded.
14:01He had comforted her.
14:03All while knowing.
14:05Always knowing.
14:07The humiliation was a hot, crawling sensation under her skin.
14:12How he must have laughed at her.
14:14How he must have relished the performance, savoring every moment of her unwitting confession.
14:20Was this his revenge for some long-forgotten slight?
14:22Was it his twisted way of reconnecting?
14:26Or was it simply Luke being Luke, incapable of a straightforward, honest interaction, forever
14:31trapped in the funhouse mirror of his own dissections?
14:34Tears, hot and shame-filled, welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.
14:40Crying was a concession.
14:42Crying meant he had won.
14:43With a surge of furious energy, she grabbed the photograph, crumpling it in her fist.
14:50The paper fought back, the glossy stock resistant to her anger.
14:54She wanted to tear it to shreds, to burn it, to erase it from existence.
14:59But she couldn't.
15:00It was proof.
15:02It was the key to confronting him.
15:05The thought of confronting him sent a fresh wave of dizziness through her.
15:10What would she even say?
15:12What words could possibly contain the magnitude of this betrayal?
15:16How could you?
15:18It was too trite, too small.
15:21Why?
15:22The answer was likely just as convoluted and unsatisfying as Luke himself.
15:26She managed to pull herself up, using the desk for support.
15:31Her legs were still unsteady.
15:34She looked at her reflection in the dark glass of the window.
15:38She looked pale, her usually sharp features softened by shock, her eyes wide and haunted.
15:43She looked like a victim.
15:46The sight fueled her anger, burning away some of the shock and grief.
15:50Tracy Quartermain was nobody's victim.
15:53Not even Luke Spencer's.
15:54A plan, raw and desperate, began to form in her mind.
16:00She couldn't let him get away with this.
16:02She couldn't allow him to simply vanish back into the ether, leaving her to pick up the pieces
16:06of her shattered pride.
16:08She had to face him.
16:11She had to look him in the eye, not as Roger, not as Ronnie, but as Luke, and make him acknowledge
16:15what he had done.
16:17But first, she needed to be sure.
16:20Absolutely, unequivocally sure.
16:22The photograph and the documents were compelling, but they were circumstantial.
16:28She needed irrefutable evidence.
16:31She needed to hear it from him, to see the mask slip in real time.
16:35She stumbled to her desk chair and collapsed into it, her mind racing, plodding with a cold,
16:40clinical precision that was a welcome respite from the emotional maelstrom.
16:43She would not react with hysterics.
16:47She would not give him the satisfaction.
16:50She would be smarter than that.
16:53She would be Tracy Quartermain, the chess master, not Tracy, the heartbroken fool.
16:58She reached for her phone, her hands still trembling slightly.
17:01She took a deep, steadying breath, forcing her voice into a neutral, even pleasant, register.
17:08She dialed the number she had for Roger.
17:11It rang twice before he picked up.
17:14Well, hello there, his voice came through the line, warm and familiar.
17:19It was Luke's voice.
17:21How had she not seen it?
17:23How had she not heard it?
17:26The timbre, the slight gravelly undertone, the way he drawled his vowels, it was all him.
17:31The realization was another fresh stab of pain.
17:35Roger, she said, pleased at how calm she sounded.
17:39I was hoping you could stop by the office.
17:42There's something I'd like to discuss with you.
17:45She kept her tone light, inviting.
17:48I've come across some, fascinating old Quartermain documents.
17:52I think you'd find them very interesting.
17:55There was a slight pause on the other end of the line.
17:58A fraction of a second too long.
18:01Old documents, you say, he replied, his voice still easy, but she detected a new wariness beneath
18:07the surface.
18:08Sounds dusty.
18:10Do I need to bring my own decoder ring?
18:13Just your charming self, Tracy said, a brittle smile on her lips that didn't reach her eyes.
18:19Shall we say in an hour?
18:21An hour it is, he agreed.
18:23Wouldn't miss it for the world.
18:26She hung up the phone, the plastic casing creaking under the pressure of her grip.
18:31The die was cast.
18:33The stage was set.
18:35The next act in their lifelong, toxic drama was about to begin.
18:40The hour that stretched before her was an eternity of agony.
18:43Every tick of the ornate grandfather clock in the corner was a hammer blow to her nerves.
18:48She rehearsed what she would say in her mind, a dozen different scripts, each one ending
18:53with her unleashing the full force of her fury and pain upon him.
18:57But each scenario felt inadequate.
19:00Words were insufficient vessels for this kind of betrayal.
19:04She busied herself with the pretense of work, straightening the papers on her desk, aligning
19:08a pen with obsessive precision.
19:10But her eyes kept drifting back to the crumpled photograph she had shoved into her desk drawer.
19:16It felt like a live wire, humming with malevolent energy.
19:20She thought about all the times Roger had been in this very office.
19:24Leaning against the bookshelf, as arms crossed, offering a cynical comment on corporate strategy.
19:29Sitting in the chair opposite her, listening intently as she vented about Monica or argued with Ned.
19:36Standing right where she had stood, by the window, pointing out some absurdity on the street below.
19:42The room was now haunted by his ghost, a ghost that was, in fact, very much alive and perpetually
19:47laughing at her.
19:49The knock on the door, when it finally came, was firm and confident.
19:53It was his knock.
19:55Her heart leaped into her throat, a frantic, panicked bird.
19:59For a terrifying moment, she considered not answering.
20:03She could pretend she wasn't there.
20:06She could let him leave, and she could spend the rest of her life trying to forget this ever happened.
20:11But that was the coward's way out.
20:14And Tracy Quartermain was no coward.
20:17Come in, she called out, her voice miraculously steady.
20:21The door opened, and there he was.
20:24Roger.
20:25He was dressed in his usual casual, slightly rumpled style, a leather jacket thrown over a simple T-shirt.
20:32He wore a small, easy smile, but his eyes, those damnably familiar blue eyes, were sharp, scanning the room, scanning her.
20:40He could always sense a shift in the atmosphere, like a shark sensing blood in the water.
20:44You summoned, almighty Quartermain, he said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.
20:51He moved with Luke's loose-limbed grace, a prowl disguised as a saunter.
20:55You said something about dusty documents.
20:59I hope this isn't your idea of a hot date.
21:02Tracy remained seated behind her desk, using it as a barrier, a fortress wall.
21:06She folded her hands in front of her, hoping he couldn't see the fine tremor in her fingers.
21:12It's about a discovery I made, she began, her gaze locked on his.
21:17A rather, personal discovery.
21:20His smile didn't falter, but something shifted in his eyes.
21:24A veil came down, a subtle tightening.
21:27Personal discoveries are my favorite kind.
21:31More interesting than stock portfolios and land deeds.
21:34I found something in an old box of my brother's things, she continued, her voice dropping,
21:39becoming quieter, more deliberate.
21:42She watched him, searching for the crack in the facade.
21:46My brother, Luke.
21:48You remember me talking about him?
21:51Of course, he said, leaning casually against the doorframe.
21:55The legendary Luke Spencer.
21:57The man, the myth, the perpetual headache.
22:01Hard to forget.
22:02He was a man of many faces, Tracy said, picking up a single, uncrumpled passport from the desk.
22:09It was one of the older ones, from Lilar's identity.
22:13She didn't look at it, she kept her eyes on him.
22:17He had a talent for reinvention.
22:19For becoming someone else entirely.
22:22He found a kind of freedom in it, I think.
22:25Or maybe just a way to escape the messes he made.
22:28Roger's posture was still relaxed, but she saw the minute tension in his jaw.
22:34Sounds like a complicated guy.
22:36The most complicated, she agreed.
22:39She put down Lilar's passport and picked up another.
22:43Lucky, the carny.
22:45She held it up for a moment, then placed it neatly beside the first.
22:49He would create these entire lives for himself.
22:53Backstories, habits, even new voices.
22:57He was a brilliant performer.
22:59The best I've ever known.
23:02She was building a pattern on the desk, a gallery of Luke's ghosts.
23:06Roger's eyes flicked down to the passports, then back to her face.
23:09His smile was still there, but it was becoming strained, a painted-on grin.
23:15And the strange thing is, Tracy went on, her voice now barely above a whisper,
23:19he never could quite leave his old self behind.
23:22Little pieces of Luke would always bleed through.
23:26A turn of phrase.
23:28A specific piece of knowledge.
23:30A way of laughing.
23:32No matter how deep he buried himself, the real Luke Spencer was always there,
23:37lurking just beneath the skin.
23:39The air in the room was electric.
23:42The pretense of casual conversation was gone, replaced by a taut, silent battle of wills.
23:48Roger straightened up, no longer leaning on the doorframe.
23:52He took a step further into the room.
23:55Tracy, he said, and his voice had lost its Roger lightness.
23:59It was deeper, more direct.
24:01It was Luke's voice, stripped of its artifice.
24:05Where is this going?
24:07It's going here, she said, her own composure beginning to fracture.
24:11The anger, the hurt, the weeks of deception, they were rising in her throat,
24:16threatening to choke her.
24:18She yanked open the desk drawer and pulled out the crumpled photograph of Ronnie.
24:22She didn't smooth it out.
24:25She just slammed it down on the desk, the crumpled image facing him.
24:28She looked up at him, her eyes blazing with a mixture of fury and profound pain.
24:34It's going right there, Luke.
24:36There was a long, deafening silence.
24:40He didn't deny it.
24:42He didn't look surprised.
24:44He simply looked at the photograph, then back at her, his expression unreadable.
24:49The mask was off.
24:51The performance was over.
24:54Roger was gone, and in his place stood her brother, exposed and finally, finally silent.
25:00The confirmation was worse than the suspicion.
25:03Seeing the shift in his posture, the subtle realignment of his features from Roger back to Luke,
25:08was a visceral, physical blow.
25:10All her remaining hope that she was wrong, that she was crazy, evaporated into the tense air between them.
25:17Tracy, he began again, his voice low.
25:20Don't, she cut him off, her voice cracking.
25:24She shot to her feet, her hands gripping the edge of the desk for support.
25:28Don't you dare say my name.
25:31Don't you dare speak to me.
25:33All this time.
25:35All this time.
25:37The words were torn from her, a raw, wounded cry.
25:41You looked me in the eye.
25:43You listened to me.
25:45You let me, you let me believe.
25:48She couldn't finish.
25:50The humiliation was too complete.
25:53She turned away from him, unable to bear the sight of him, this stranger who was her brother,
25:57this betrayer who wore a face she had loved and hated for a lifetime.
26:00Why, Luke, she whispered, her back to him, her shoulders shaking.
26:06For God's sake, why?
26:09Was it a game?
26:10Was it a joke?
26:12Were you that bored?
26:14Or do you just hate me that much?
26:17She heard him take a step closer.
26:20Tracy, look at me.
26:22I can't, she cried, whirling back around, tears now streaming freely down her face,
26:26all attempts at control gone.
26:29I can't look at you.
26:31Because I don't know who I'm looking at.
26:34Are you Roger?
26:35Are you Ronnie?
26:37Or are you just Luke Spencer, the most heartless, selfish son of a bitch to ever walk the earth?
26:42Her body was trembling uncontrollably.
26:46The room began to swim again.
26:48The adrenaline that had sustained her through the confrontation was ebbing, leaving behind
26:52a crushing wave of physical and emotional exhaustion.
26:56The edges of her vision started to flicker, the familiar warning signs of another faint.
27:01Tracy?
27:03Luke's voice held a note of genuine alarm now.
27:06He took another step forward, his hand outstretched.
27:10Hey, are you okay?
27:11The concern in his voice, so familiar and so utterly false in this context, was the final
27:17straw.
27:19It was the most grotesque part of the charade.
27:22To be deceived was one thing, to be pitted by your deceiver was another.
27:26Don't touch me, she gasped, stumbling backward.
27:30Her legs gave way.
27:32The strength simply fled her body.
27:35The last thing she saw was his face, Luke's face, filled with a shocking, and perhaps
27:39real, look of panic, as he lunged forward to catch her.
27:43But he was too late.
27:46For the second time that day, the world dissolved into nothingness.
27:50Tracy Quartermain collapsed into a heap on the floor of her office, the victim of a truth
27:54too devastating to bear, lying unconscious at the feet of the brother who had, once again,
27:59shattered her world.
28:00The confrontation was over.
28:03The truth was out.
28:05But the devastating aftermath was only just beginning.
28:09The fallout from this revelation would ripple through the Quartermain family, through the entire
28:13fabric of Port Charles, leaving nothing and no one untouched.
28:17The game was over.
28:19Now came the reckoning.
28:21Tracy Quartermain was in the middle of one of her usual high society tirades at the Quartermain
28:26mansion when the first crack in her composure began to show.
28:28She had been pacing near the fireplace, holding a brandy glass, muttering about ELQ shares and
28:34how the family was slowly losing control.
28:37Ned had tried to calm her, but she was too fired up.
28:41Don't you tell me to relax, Ned, she snapped, slamming the glass down on the bar cart.
28:46I've spent half my life keeping this family together while everyone else treats it like
28:50a revolving door of chaos.
28:53Ned sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
28:56Mother, you're going to give yourself a heart attack if you keep this up.
29:00Tracy glared at him.
29:01I'll survive.
29:04It's the rest of you I'm worried about.
29:07But her rant was cut short when Brooklyn rushed in, her face pale, holding her phone tightly.
29:13Grandmother, you need to sit down, Brooklyn said, her voice shaking.
29:17We found out something about Ronnie.
29:20Tracy turned sharply, her expression hardening.
29:24What about him?
29:25Don't tell me he's another one of those no-good men who thinks he can play both sides.
29:31Brooklyn hesitated, her lips trembling.
29:33It's not that simple.
29:36Grandma.
29:37Ronnie isn't who he says he is.
29:40Tracy blinked, confused.
29:43What in the world are you talking about?
29:46He's been working with Brooklyn and Blaze, right?
29:49Handling publicity for the tour?
29:52Brooke nodded slowly, glancing toward Ned, who looked equally puzzled.
29:57He is, but that's not all.
29:59Dante did some digging after that weird run-in at the docks.
30:03It turns out Ronnie's not really Ronnie.
30:06Tracy's brows furrowed.
30:09Well then, who the hell is he?
30:11Brooke's eyes filled with tears as she whispered, he's not Ronnie Domestico at all.
30:16He's someone else, someone from our past.
30:18For a long moment, silence filled the mansion.
30:23The clock ticked loudly in the background, echoing the tension.
30:27Tracy's voice dropped to a near whisper.
30:30Don't toy with me, Brooklyn.
30:32I want the truth.
30:35Ned stepped closer, his tone cautious.
30:38Brooke, you're scaring her.
30:40Just say it.
30:42Brooklyn swallowed hard and said, his real name is Ronald Ashton, he's connected to the Ashtons.
30:47He's your cousin, grandmother.
30:51Edward's illegitimate grandson.
30:54Tracy froze.
30:56Her hands trembled as she took a step back.
30:59What?
30:59She breathed, her voice thin.
31:02That's impossible.
31:04Edward had his share of secrets, but, another Ashton?
31:08Brooke nodded.
31:10Dante confirmed it.
31:12DNA test and everything.
31:15Tracy's face went pale.
31:16Oh, for heaven's sake, you can't mean to tell me Edward cheated on Mary May Ward's friend
31:22and produced another child?
31:24Another one we didn't know about?
31:27Ned exchanged a worried glance with Brooke.
31:29It looks that way, he said softly.
31:33Apparently, this Ronnie, or Ronald, has been hiding in plain sight.
31:37He's been working with people in Port Charles for months, trying to get close to the quartermains.
31:42Tracy stumbled toward the couch, gripping the armrest.
31:47He's been here, in my home, drinking my coffee, smiling at my face, her voice cracked, and her hand went to her chest.
31:54And all this time, he's been a reminder of my father's mistakes?
31:58Brooke Lynn rushed to her side.
32:00Grandma, breathe, okay?
32:03We just wanted you to know before it came out in the press.
32:07But Tracy was barely hearing her.
32:10Her mind was spinning, memories flashing back of Edward's endless string of secrets,
32:14the countless illegitimate airs that seemed to pop up like weeds over the decades.
32:19Why now?
32:21Tracy muttered.
32:22Why would he show up now, after all these years?
32:25What does he want from us?
32:28Ned crouched beside her.
32:31Maybe he doesn't want anything.
32:33Maybe he just wants to know where he comes from.
32:36Tracy scoffed.
32:38Oh, please.
32:40Nobody just wants to know where they come from in this family.
32:44They want money, power, or a piece of ELQ.
32:48That's all it ever is.
32:49I don't know where they come from.
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