Mommy, here’s Tina’s six-year-old pic. If you miss Tina, pop it open for a peek. But Tina’s got no idea what you look like.
Mommy, I’m right here. Can you give Tina a hug? Tina misses you so much. I need my mommy.
Knock off the tears already. You’ve been bawling for two straight hours. How many times do I gotta spell it out? Your mom’s gone.
Dead. Capisce? If you’re so desperate to see her, why not join her? Go on, do it. No way.
I ain’t drinking this junk. You all claim Mommy died from some sickness. If I kick the bucket, maybe I’ll reunite with her.
Mommy, they say the dead meet up again. If Tina checks out, can I see Mommy then? Tina, are you losing it? Throwing your life away for that gross, ugly broad? Little Miss Tina, dead folks don’t come back. ‘Cause none of y’all want her to.
If Tina keeps hoping, Mommy’s bound to return. Be a good girl, Tina. Tina, Mr. Caldwell, little Tina’s always been fragile.
Now she’s slashed her wrists—blood everywhere. If she doesn’t pull through, the hospital’s off the hook. Where’s Dr. Sophia? If she doesn’t show pronto, I’ll haul her in myself.
No hauling needed—I’m already here. You again? You begged me to save your daughter, right? What kinda scam is this? Posing as Dr. Sophia.
Scram right now. This tramp in that skimpy getup is obviously here to flirt with Mr. Caldwell. Security, strip this fake bare and toss her out.
How dare you disrespect Dr. Sophia? This is outrageous. Director, you gotta be wrong—this phony can’t be Dr. Sophia. You’re both canned.
No hospital in New York will touch you with a ten-foot pole. Dr. Sophia, you cool with that? Yeah, that’ll do. Dr. Sophia, take us on board.
Mr. Caldwell, this is the specialist I shelled out big bucks for from overseas. Dr. Sophia’s skills are top-notch. Fine, patch her up.
But if my daughter’s not awake in sixty minutes, you’re toast. If I flop at healing her, I’ll take whatever punishment you dish out. This kid’s face is a dead ringer for Tara’s.
Mommy, I’m… You’re okay, honey. You’re gonna be just fine. You’ve got the wrong person.
I’m not your mom. Tina doesn’t wanna live anymore. Why am I the only kid without a mommy? If I just end it, I can join my mommy.
What’s hitting me so hard? Why does seeing this little girl twist my heart like this? Sorry about that. The kid’s been starved for mom love since day one. That’s why she’s super sensitive.
No sweat. Kids say what’s on their minds. But I can fix her body stuff.
For the heart stuff, that needs some real emotional TLC. How old are ya, cutie? Where’s your mom? Why isn’t she here? I’m six. Mommy passed away ages ago.
Six years old, same as my big girl. Tina and Tara look so alike. Could her mom be… What’s your fee?
Skip the extra questions. This vibe feels too familiar—like that average Jane from six years back.
Who are you really? Have we crossed paths? Mr. Caldwell, you’re kidding, right? I’m Dr. Sophia, the doc. Who else? Why so jumpy, Mr. Caldwell? Flashback to an old flame? Nah, nothing big.
Just got burned by a witch six years ago. Is this jerk throwing shade at me? Something up, Dr. Sophia? You seem hooked on my backstory. Interested in me? Big misunderstanding, Mr. Caldwell.
I just figure the best way to ditch a bad memory of one woman is to dive into loving another. Love another? You offering, Dr. Sophia? You’re the one. You gotta be my mommy.
Daddy, Daddy, please let Auntie stick around. Ms. Sophia, since my daughter digs you so much, how ’bout becoming our family’s personal doc? Personal doc? Tina’s missed out on mom vibes her whole life and has these mood swings. She’s been distant all these years.
You’re the first lady she’s warmed up to. So, yeah, be her doc. Help me fix her up.
Hunter Caldwell calls the shots in New York. With the Caldwell clout, we might find my lost girl quicker. Plus, Tina’s adorable as heck.
Pretty please? Come on, pretty auntie, say yes to Daddy. Alright. I’m in.
Tomorrow night, I’m throwing a welcome bash for ya. Don’t be late. Catch ya then.
Mommy, was that mean Daddy in the hospital who’s been chasing you? Mommy, we don’t know what our dad looks like yet. We wanna sneak a peek at him. Not right now.
If he clocks what you look like, we’re toast. We’ll chat later, ‘kay? Let’s bounce. Grace Montgomery, can’t believe it’s you for real.
Hunter Caldwell’s been after you six years, but you’re alive and kicking, bold enough to waltz back with these kids. We’ve got unfinished biz from six years ago. How could I bite the dust? You got the guts to smack me? My sweet Hunter, if he knew that ugly chick Grace Montgomery from six years ago is back in New York, think you’d make it through the night? What’re you after? Hello, Hunter? I swear I just spotted Grace Montgomery at New York General.
Why the hurry? Got a little welcome surprise for ya. Keep your eyes peeled. How could you do that? Attacking a kid without blinking? You’re lower than dirt.
Threaten me, huh? Spill my real ID to him, and I’ll blast him this video stat. Let’s see who he hunts first—you or me? Grace Montgomery, you’re unhinged.
You’ll regret this. Ship an anonymous package to Hunter Caldwell for me. Grace Montgomery, I clawed my way to this spot in the Caldwell world.
The Caldwell family’s queen bee spot is mine alone. Mr. Caldwell, someone dropped this off at the hospital for ya.
No sender deets. Just a note and two hair strands. Grace Montgomery’s alive.
She’s in New York. No way. I watched her tumble down that hill six years ago, river sweeping her away.
She should’ve been goners. Trace the sender. Run DNA on this against Tina’s hair.
Kick off the global hunt again. Find that ugly broad. Thanks to Shannon’s tip, we scored invites to Mr. Caldwell’s bash for the miracle doc Sophia.