Author's note: This is a rewrite of a story I wrote a long time ago, under a different screen name.

It begins right after Ethan found out that Theresa and Julian were "married," with one slight change—Ethan wasn't at the Lopez-Fitzgerald's house when Theresa arrived home that night.

Trigger warning: Later chapters in this story (starting around Chapter 15) will refer to or directly discuss what happened after Julian got Theresa drunk.

Chapter 1

Theresa squinted her eyes at the light.

Was that really Tabitha's doll standing in front of her?

Theresa glanced down.

Yes, she was still lying on her bed, still dressed in the same clothes she had passed out in after coming home from the hospital. The same clothes she had been wearing when the truth about her marriage to Julian had come out. The same clothes she had been wearing when Ivy had destroyed her life.

"Theresa."

Theresa's eyes flew up. How was this happening?

As if reading her mind, Timmy shrugged. "Timmy climbed in through the window."

"What? How?" Theresa propped herself up on her elbows.

"It doesn't matter," Timmy replied. "All that matters is that Timmy knows a way you can fix all of this—a way you and Ethan can be happy again."

"Ethan?" Her heart lodging in her throat, Theresa sat up straight. "Ethan hates me."

"No, he doesn't." Timmy dismissed her concerns with a wave of his hand. "And Timmy's got a plan to help."

"A plan?" Theresa asked, a fog washing through her. "I . . . I don't understand."

"You will," Timmy insisted. "All you have to do is go down to Saint Lisa's."

"Saint Lisa's? Isn't that where Luis just went?"

"It is," Timmy said, "but Luis is going to come back empty-handed."

"Empty-handed?" Her head beginning to throb, Theresa massaged her temples. "I really don't understand."

Glancing at Theresa's pillow, Timmy ambled over to Theresa's bed, fluffed up the pillow behind her, and helped her lean back. "You will when you get there. And when you show Ethan what you've found, he'll definitely forgive you."

Her heart skipping a beat, Theresa's eyes flew to Timmy's. "What . . . what could I possibly find on Saint Lisa's that would make Ethan forgive me?"

Timmy's face lit up with a smile. "Someone Ethan loves and trusts. Someone who makes Luis very happy, too."

Theresa furrowed her brow. "But . . . but the only person they both love and trust right now is . . . is dead. . . ."

"That's what everyone thinks." Timmy shrugged his shoulders. "But that's what they thought last time, too." His eyes twinkling, Timmy smiled. "And Sheridan wasn't dead then, either."